[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 Lon 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 and thought's 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 homeboy not a home nigga, ain't scared of no nigga    But it's my turn to go I gotta go   And I'm gone with the storm