Wheelchair jimmy ready rolled on this man   I'm like lazy beaver, I don't give a damn/dam   Track beeping like an electrocardiogram   In a hospital room with a ceiling fan   Lying on my back being honest   Reminds me when times were the hardest   The sounds and the screams the machines where the cancer ward was   It bring goose-bumps toward this.    Blood-clot. See I died once, this is my second life   This is my second chance, had to pay the price   With a roll of dice homie had to sacrifice   Get a fade, hit the stage, rock it like dolomite   Radar beat beeping like a submarine   I am am hot the definition of what summer mean   I am spring time, I am getting green   Just leave I/Levi, like blue jeans   To do what I got to do, jack of all trades   I keep having dreams about getting paid   And wake up to lemons and make lemonade   Never tone it down, like an octave change   I stay fly, you're a paper plane   All of my friends say I'm MIA   It a genre where it's not cool to work days   I don't play...      Leave the streets torn up like a constriction holiday   Hit the Henessy like I won the lottery   If there's anything I've learned is life is too short   I stand in-front my green like a weather report   And let it all change but I stay the same   Cause life is a blessing and killing's pretty lame   Never front like I'm a gangster   I go on like a questionable answer   We getting paper, throw it like confetti   My soul is what I bare/bear like Teddy   But It seems that Montreal is just not ready   They on marks who get sets and don't run steady   And when I open for whack people I feel punished   Like blocked toilets and stock markets you plumb-it/plummet   I got a call from Denis Brott   To mix Hip-Hop    With chamber music   But the streets yo they want to hear chamber music   Ch-Ch-Pow...And I am a stranger to this.      Most would/wood like a gym floor   Achieve that much and maybe much more   Crowds don't listen unless they've hear it   And juries they already know the verdict    So I'm stepping in the courtroom far from nervous   I am all about twice as much as Curtis,   Jackson. A dollar man   You follow me?   Twitter me   Facebook.   Youtube, all shook   When you all up in Myspace   And I say grace cause I'm so damn hungry   Life is beautiful but the game ugly   The good and the bad and the desert in between   I make it happen I do not dream   I pro-seed like anti-abortion   I tunes, kill the distortion   Forget punch lines, I uppercut wireless   Back to the future, I am tireless   Relentless? Yes.   Never ease up, never freez up   Who got next? Tell them E's up   Feed him to the elephants, homie he's nuts   Jonathan Emile   For real, the deal?   Mindpeacelove dot com   I'm on a style you can't be on   Okay one more URL and I'm gone   Jonathan Emile dot com