@theprofessor,
Whut? I cant hear you , speak up , throw a beat up inside a beaker amplify the speaker kilohertz pillow work pushing D.M.T. through the T.H.C,Dreaming of when the native clans destined become clandestine , holding the hand a death n , walking with um in the afterlife , is it karmic debt or free will ,do we have a choice , most believe we had a choice now were all fucked ,ima skull **** death , if were all fucked yes, myswell **** the best and say **** the rest ,stay awake insomniac act as if there already was a nuclear blast seeing the cast of shadows ,in life half the battle is half the cattle keep beefing n nobodys gonna slaughter the slaughterhouse ,just keep milking the cash cow, I Heard the herd do what there told and what there sold , and I Said But there souls direct them ,when there sittin in the dark with n erection looking for a ******* direction , puffin snuffin the Ex pen in hand writeing there sucide note, tears of joy over flow an theres a light a hope, something that aint like the dope,aint like a smoke ,brighter then the light of lighters its like a joke , you keep laughing an then theres all this passion,I remember rappin , when I was nappin in a booth , wake up get baked as **** n go back in , put my spine on the lines and dripped some fluid , script rippin Egyptian druid , sun im eclipse’n stupid,listen ta music,spitten acoustics ,written in mucas , interdimensional dope that **** ya sniffen cant do this , can dugas , I wonder what a doog is , D double O G excuse me its U G , iunno bout you B But doogie spittin like an uzi aint nuffin in life like a doobie son im not ya father luke , Sick feeling I gotta puke, all over your prada suit ,not a boot that can kick my ass outta the shoes running it ....
