(no subject)
if i was early yo i'd still be late
delivered prematurely overdue on my birthdate
so my first tape will probably be bombarded
with a bunch of futuristic garbage
considered to be a special ed project
i'm so intelligent my words seem retarded
trading food for thought
but still a starving artist waiting for the beat to drop
like stock on the market
a diamond in the rough
surrounded by dragons who puff
searching for shards in the carpet and other stuff
with the frozen neck left frosted
trapped in a hothouse
desperately in need of a breeze from the artic
still... i'm on the run
straight from the lost ones still at large
62 miles away and surrounded by stars
an illegal alien amongst the people of Mars
so, ring the alarm cuz the doors ajar
hold your tongue i'm not done filling up this bar
like a rhino i'll charge for 15 more
4th quarter mic slaughter till its dead on the floor