dont play double agent, when lifes around you aging. gambling at the thought of death is waging, but the time of age is shaping, your just fading, your just waiting, expected to get a high rating. when all you do is keep on complaining, ask to bring the next plate in, your bitch ass needs to be praying. when the fate of you life is out weighing, that the real you has a way in. think you made a way out when really its a break in, an opportunity for a taking. but when the inside has you braking when your playing double agent., everything your not portraying. thats what im saying. with the energy levels im laying. you can call me super-sayain. im super slaying, all these other emcees are super hating, im sick of waiting. to bring the flame in. im not complaining, im never changing. my mind will keep racing. head to the top placement. till i finally make it out of my mums basement. away from the skeleton, no statement. just gotta act patient, not be blatant. i can be a slick sick, twisted piece of shit, if you wished it. try the shoe on it must fit, atleast a little bit. before jay walking without permit. and talking to your friend kermit. all lies, all rise. yeah yesh i heard it. truth is i learned it, i earned it, even achors pulling me down, left in big blue to drown, all other actors asuring me now, that they got my back in this big bad town. got me thinking im some clown, i highly doubt, im kin i wear the crown.