The space minded child
with nuts big enough to punt sputnik
quick enough to race through outerspace and back to africa
before a russian could finish chuggin his vodka
the conspiracy theory which made him the most weary was the existence of his fans
a curious case that spoiled every plan
he stayed scheming rhymes
googling science
dyslexic mystic
he kept confusing the signs
like a lonely chick with no more batteries his vibe had died
the saddest thing was that he had the biggest family
plus the sickest strategy
his dreams would always rise from his memories randomly.
leading him to think that multiple realites existed tandemly.
smoked a blunt and busted a nut to every project that he couldn't complete
centrifugally cornered by the karma of his energy
but always managing to behave gentlemanly
an emotional james bond
a spiritual hercules
afflicted with the placebo of inferiority living in fear that his plans would always deteriorate
his morality began to disintegrate
an evil genius with a bleeding heart and a throbbing johnson
grabbed up the first femme that he seen
and turned her to a fiend with a monopoly mind game
to soothe his dehydration
he soon came to the realization he was better off back in day one.
lookin through his i pods. at the alien he had become.

yo
if the hands of time
gave each other a dap
I wonder how my mother earth would react
maybe my brothers could all relax
and the problems and the trauma would start falling back
X 2

a cold hearted android
she liked girls and boys
but there was something about lovin that she couldn't enjoy
she'd rather be employed and making cash
but the money was slow she grew up fast
even though she dj'ed running back just wasn't in the cards
through her struggle she came unstuck from the mirage
there was old tattoos on her skin
like the glue when you pull things apart
and get residue
as a kid she was incredible
her life had that prophetical feel
they said baby you could succeed in a medical field
but she was left to nurse her wounds and take care of herself
after her brother killed her father
looked at her long enough to say
I never liked him anyway
but you'll always be the favorite part of my whole family
cant believe what that did to her heart
the rhythm match the sound of the tears hittin her pillow in the dark
its ironic her name was willow
she like to say that she had a soul like brillo
except it wasn't clean
but it was blue
except for one dude
nobody had knew what she went through

expose the motherfuckers in control
put them in my flow make them do death rows
making moolah from the goolags but yo
you ain't even the type to know
I ain't sayin nothin knew
shut the fuck up listen and behave
we been slaves since been slaves since slaves
raids on the coastline
oakland to ny
drone strikes to ya closed mind
for thinking its all fine
eminent reeducation
as ya face smash in
taste passion from the blood splashin
thats tough love from the state
fuck affairs ain't nothin fair


yo
if the hands of time
gave each other a dap
I wonder how my mother earth would react
maybe my brothers could all relax
and the problems and the trauma would start falling back
X 4