I'm tired of (motherfuckers) plain and simple, bitin my (shit)

They don't feel that, nope



One quarter of a century old

Bold, mentally, physically, massive

Visually, altenate, passive

Hope my crafts are tight, heh

I'll be aight, solo, all fresh dolo

And day and night, I write (I write)

And when the wind blows I fight, I show and prove

Aerodynamics, molded from ceramics (yeah)

Theory, let loose now gigantic

And move way past stress, don't regress

I got way too much finesse, heh..

.. son take hold of your bootstraps, when your shoes ran over

Talkin bout how you clap, I don't respect that

Nor shall I wet that

The streets is tough, time is rough

I don't forget that (I don't)

See yeah, cause when I fell out of the scene

.. heh, nobody cared

I wasn't prepared, and no one shared

any information, still patient

Waitin for a time to hear my rhyme

.. all I had was broken dreams, anger, stagnation

Pacin the streets, chasin, scraps to eat

The more you gave, the more I ate

The more disease, the more disease, the more disease

Manifested - please please - in my belly

Floatin like jelly, you can't tell me

no stories of rough seasons

I've been through a lot, huh, and I'm still SCREAMIN..

.. I'm not dreamin.. hah, countdown



Ten.. nine.. eight

Like this, well (fuck) it



Broken dreams, anger, stagnation

I'm pacin, but I'm still patient

Aww man (fuck) that let's get it together

In my time!