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I know I`m an emotionally disturbed

person

People think I`m talkin` to myself

when I`m

Rehearsin` on the rhyme. A mass

productionist

a mass production matador pan it

more to

the left there you go. Minimize the

Synthe sizer wiser when I wind up for

The pitch but I don`t pitch a bitch

`cause

Sales get derailed and towed an

abundance

Of cash. Damn I let it go. He was my man.

I tried to trust him, but I busted him

twice

In my trash can and I`m askin`. I don`t

need

Psychology to see, the dichotomy in

me.

Knew something was fishy, but I`m

better than

Wishy washy or topsy turvy. It kinda

irked

Me that I caught him sleepin`

`cause I try

To be wide awake, but ye slows it

down

So I can`t dilate and show that I`m

bigger

Than that. But I also have to consider

The fact that opposed to him not

being

The right peeper, I`m a light sleeper



So what does it mean when I reach

maturity

And still see that I`m not the mayor of

my

Mayonnaise, the master of my milieu.

At least I have a swing and a few

things

On my mind, it`s never a good nighty

night

Just a rise `n` shine. Why`s the rhyme

So important. Why do I have to be so

Potent and blow the mic a flow

without

Chokin` - I don`t. I`m arrogant and

outspoken

Mouth no token I`m just a roust about.

I have a house and clout but I don`t

come tight

But it`s routine since few fiend for true

Hip-Hop. It`s a trip when I drop my style

and forget it and forget where I got it

from and how I got `em sprung

`cause I`m

Stuck on myself and I depend on my

luck

And wealth for health matters so I

don`t

Explode with stress I`ll serve you an

elf

Platter they`ll tell me my shit is fatter

Than the first but I`m a light sleepin`

Rapper in a hearst



I don`t wear sarongs in my songs.

I diss

The skirts in verses an I used to

measure

My demeters with clever panometers

but

I bounced like a pogo and I`m solo

with

The hobos. A nocturnal colonel in a

journal

I put fly kids` eyelids to rest a detour

for Deep sleep when I freak beats I snap

Like a defective contraceptive and my

sleep

Will be light, so you`ll know that I`m

tight

I know I`m an emotionally disturbed

person

People think I`m talkin` to myself

when I`m

Rehearsin` on the rhyme. A mass

productionist

a mass production matador pan it

more to

the left there you go. Minimize the

Synthe sizer wiser when I wind up for

The pitch but I don`t pitch a bitch

`cause

Sales get derailed and towed an

abundance

Of cash. Damn I let it go. He was my man.

I tried to trust him, but I busted him

twice

In my trash can and I`m askin`. I don`t

need

Psychology to see, the dichotomy in

me.

Knew something was fishy, but I`m

better than

Wishy washy or topsy turvy. It kinda

irked

Me that I caught him sleepin`

`cause I try

To be wide awake, but ye slows it

down

So I can`t dilate and show that I`m

bigger

Than that. But I also have to consider

The fact that opposed to him not

being

The right peeper, I`m a light sleeper



So what does it mean when I reach

maturity

And still see that I`m not the mayor of

my

Mayonnaise, the master of my milieu.

At least I have a swing and a few

things

On my mind, it`s never a good nighty

night

Just a rise `n` shine. Why`s the rhyme

So important. Why do I have to be so

Potent and blow the mic a flow

without

Chokin` - I don`t. I`m arrogant and

outspoken

Mouth no token I`m just a roust about.

I have a house and clout but I don`t

come tight

But it`s routine since few fiend for true

Hip-Hop. It`s a trip when I drop my style

and forget it and forget where I got it

from and how I got `em sprung

`cause I`m

Stuck on myself and I depend on my

luck

And wealth for health matters so I

don`t

Explode with stress I`ll serve you an

elf

Platter they`ll tell me my shit is fatter

Than the first but I`m a light sleepin`

Rapper in a hearst



I don`t wear sarongs in my songs.

I diss

The skirts in verses an I used to

measure

My demeters with clever panometers

but

I bounced like a pogo and I`m solo

with

The hobos. A nocturnal colonel in a

journal

I put fly kids` eyelids to rest a detour

for Deep sleep when I freak beats I snap

Like a defective contraceptive and my

sleep

Will be light, so you`ll know that I`m

tight

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