Verse One:
  
   I stagger in the gathering possessed by a patter-in
   That be scatterin
   Over the globe will my vocals be travellin
   Unravellin my abdomen it's slime that's babblin
   Grammatics that are masculine
   I grab them in, verbally badgerin broads
   I wish that Madelline, was back on Video LP
   I went against all odds and got a even steven
   Proceed to read and not believin everything I'm readin
   But my brain was bleedin, needin feedin, and exercise
   I didn't seek the best of buys, it's a lie to textualize
   I analyze where I rest my eyes
   And chastise the best of guys with punchlines
   I'm Nestle when it's Crunch-time
   For your mind like one time
   If poetry was pussy I'd be sunshine
   cause I deliver like the Sun-Times
   Confined in once-mines on dumb rhymes I combine
   I'm hype like I'm unsigned, my diet I unswine
   Eatin beef sometimes I try to cut back on that shit
   This rap shit is truly outta control
   My style is too developed to be arrested
   It's the freestyle, so now it's out on parole
   They tried to hold my soul in a holding cell so I would sell
   I bonded with a break and had enough to make bail
   A misdemeanor fell on his knee for the jury
   I asked No for his ID and the judge thought there was two of me
   Motion for a recess to retest my fingerprints
   They relinquished since, cause I was guilty in a sense
  
   Verse Two:
  
   I ride the rhythm like a Schwinn bike when in dim light
   I use insight to enlight devices hit the skin tight
   Words of wisdom wail from my windpipe
   Imaginations in flight
   I send light, like Ben's kite I've been bright
   Get open like on gym nights
   And in fights I send rights
   Don't hook with skins my friends like
   I spend nights up in dykes
   In spite I've been indicted as a freak of all trades
   I got it made
   I bathe in basslines, rinse in riffs, dry in drums
   Come from a tribe of bums
   Hooked on negro and mums
   Had to halt with the, malt liquor
   Cause off the malt liquor I fought niggaz
   Now my speech is lost quicker
   Cruisin Southside streets with no heat and no sticker
   U Ak got my back and we don't get no thicker
   U Ak got my back and we don't get no thicker
   U Ak got my back and we don't now check it
   I'm a hoe but not a hoe nigga, ain't scared of no nigga
   But it's my turn to go I gotta go
   And I'm gone with the storm