People listen what ever’s missing I got the fixing
Spitting crack switching lyrically flipping
Tripping writing until my heart’s blood is dripping
Rap and poetry is the addiction anti-drugs of a Christian
The flows I’m kicking many poets bitting they are forgiven
Therefore the poems I wrote all May are forever hidden
For June I’ll keep ripping save what’s written never slipping
Flow is so damn sick Doctors can’t find a prescription
Every metaphor I ever said was non-fiction
If I leave for a long time again I’m who every body missing
Feel the whole deal I choose to unseal to reveal
Verbal steal to the heal all kings will neal I’m real
Fast thinker speed thought make a pig wanna squeal
Listen babe I’m in the city New York you know the deal
See how I got my brain spinning like a weal
My words are money one of the best things people steal