So sensitive, feel the bass with all pressure, vibration hydration creates cellular tether, a radical treasure, an unnatural pleasure, a feeling so sensational that I cannot measure, the depth of my mind is a grammatical stretcha, capable of taken foes, to I say whomever, incredibly accessible detectable at pedestals credible and ethical respectable and practical, I'm confined in my mind as I climb to my prime, as I grind in my ryhme, and I find that I shine, when combinin sublime designs. To my surpise, I just glide, as others stride with the tide, ride with a why and a lie, then they die with a hi and a bye. Damn, what do I do now, I stand with the truth in the booth pal, jump in the punch with the cool crowd, feeling like dropping a nuke wow, taking it up with the dudes now, silent to all of the rude gals, devoured the beat plus a few cals, thankful cuz all of the bass loud, and now I'm chunkin the deuce, out.