Another night, another rhyme as time flies like fine wine
Climb to my prime and stay sublime
I write prose that close shows and freeze flows
Hear the horns blow, my eyes close and then dose
Into my sleep, never six feet deep
Hearing steps creep; am I really asleep?
Scene change, it seems strange; what's my name?
It stays out of range like "Ah man, I'm insane"
Hitting, spitting, kicking down your door
Like Jehovah's Witness on a Christmas witnessing
The witnesses' christening entering a body full of sin
And this needs to be adressed
Why do ones commit the worst seem to live the best?
Seems like a bad thing that's quite well dressed
When I hit my zone; soundproof, spit truth
Have you more spaced out than Spongebob's gap tooth
That's my passion; lyrical assassin
Think of a concept and capture the caption
If I become a man that spends a hundred grand
On a daily basis, my passion stays broke
If you aim to be the greatest then it ain't no joke
Don't be smoking crack smoke and never be baseless
You'll end up faceless; the sun's risen now it's time to embrace it