I'm tired of {motherfuckers} plain and simple, bitin my {shit}  They don't feel that, nope    One quarter of a century old  Bold, mentally, physically, massive  Visually, altenate, passive  Hope my crafts are tight, heh  I'll be aight, solo, all fresh dolo  And day and night, I write (I write)  And when the wind blows I fight, I show and prove  Aerodynamics, molded from ceramics (yeah)  Theory, let loose now gigantic  And move way past stress, don't regress  I got way too much finesse, heh..  .. son take hold of your bootstraps, when your shoes ran over  Talkin bout how you clap, I don't respect that  Nor shall I wet that  The streets is tough, time is rough  I don't forget that (I don't)  See yeah, cause when I fell out of the scene  .. heh, nobody cared  I wasn't prepared, and no one shared  any information, still patient  Waitin for a time to hear my rhyme  .. all I had was broken dreams, anger, stagnation  Pacin the streets, chasin, scraps to eat  The more you gave, the more I ate  The more disease, the more disease, the more disease  Manifested - please please - in my belly  Floatin like jelly, you can't tell me  no stories of rough seasons  I've been through a lot, huh, and I'm still SCREAMIN..  .. I'm not dreamin.. hah, countdown    Ten.. nine.. eight  Like this, well {fuck} it    Broken dreams, anger, stagnation  I'm pacin, but I'm still patient  Aww man {fuck} that let's get it together  In my time!