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