I never had to steal endz 'cause that's foul
 I walk the streets with the baseball bat feelin' secure
 but I try not to incite fights that's immature
 actions that come back to haunt
 I work hard to get the things that I want
 and never flaunt
 never post where the most guys post high
 I keep my focus towards the ground
 and pound
 any brother who's my ace to my face
 even if snakes on the unda'
 I try not to wonda'
 trainin' my brain wit' mental anguish
 strange, it's rather eerie
 clearly
 just a whim
 I adjust the hymn
 deal with the dealers and the squealers and the jockeys
 I can take the fizz out the carbonated copy
 imprints are made in the sand as I walk
 dim hints reveal rather grand as I talk
 small individuals seem larger
 when they take charge of
 their antics
 makin' them gigantic
 so you never suspect their neck bein' strained
 so many situated thoughts in the brain
 heavy weight gain
 so I weight train
 'cause to me the weight gain
 is a great gain
 and I hate sane individuals
 close they nose to new aromas
 I got the smellin' salts that are prone ta'
 clear the nasal, daze
 you'll probably make a raise to a new level
 and see the true devil
 any color ya wish because the devil takes any shape,
 any form
 any swarm
 ride over your dish like a picnic
 I think the sick shit
 I had my wrist slit
 like a suicide
 but I survived
 and you can too
 plan to
 live a full life free of anxieties
 while you're at it try to keep an eye on me
 [BRIDGE]
 The man with meditation skills
 wastin' spills, lyrical liquid
 fillin' streams
 wit' dreams
 and I will cream whoever seems wicked
 oral floral arrangements
 is strange since
 you don't have the comprehension
 I will stop and lynch them
 I'm not the one promotin' gun totin'
 'cause I contain within my brain these computations just as potent
 the mental torturer of course you will acknowledge me
 'cause Mr. Twister places pictures, mental fixtures of photography
 shitty little bitties never get their clitties done, but I don't think
 they'll resist
 Mr. Twister
 when I flex my verbal techs.
 exit
 mental anorexic
 I don't cater to the imbecile so you can bet this
 is a brain buster
 pain thruster
 strain twister
 overwhelming pressure between the temples when I touch the microphone
 I might condone
 the usage of abuse if it is convenient
 I slant and lean it
 like a lever when I leave ya mutilated
 by my enuciated cleaver
 I survived the ither and the either
 now let me take a breather
 (PAUSE)
 From my own little world,
 little girls, little boys
 stay free of hurries
 free of worries
 that's riddle poised for posterity
 where are we
 goin' from here
 as a ho
 and I don't know
 and that's the biggest feeaaar
 when I'm flippin' into daaarknesss
 now I'm askin' can I spark this?
 It's D-E-L y'all
 from Hieroglyphics y'all
 sayin' peeeeace