Me and the pen is like a meaning reprise... it's seen in my eyes... Deep, beady, disguised... which lies the evil demon that hides..

Still poor n' still broke... but there's still hope..
At least I'm still dope, come on...f'real, bro?
I'd kill for getting cash, I'm real grown..
I can feel home, right where I'm from... living, well furnished
but still fight like a bum..
That's trifling, son... your only height's the slum
from the Bodega's to ghettos, beggars who pop.... without the Wayans Brothers..
Yeah.... n' I serve without a paid Butler..
My DNA butter? sharper than the Blade Runner..
In my world, everyday summer...
In that grey Hummer H2... I get dug, I'm putting ye grave under...
That's why names wonder about me like i'm down in the county...
They now wanna clown me cause I'm from Canada, so I sound like a Mountie...
But my hunger like Beth Chapman, going down for a Bounty...
Calling Leland in like, "there he is on the screen again"...
Stand up, but you kids are stand up, like the comedian...
March of the Penguins, bring Morgan Freeman in..
Me and the pen is like a meaning reprise... it's seen in my eyes...
Deep, beady, disguised... which lies the evil demon that hides..
Another tortured soul on the portrait roll...
looking at you, seems forcible....that's something family courts should know..
Kids of failing relationships become troubled as teens
the government sees this phenomenon, but where's the common law?
It's like the teacher in the detention centre, nodding off...
And now? how can you help it? as far as they're concerned...
The world rejects them... instead of a connection, 15 years later
they're getting arrested, a product of real love that was never invested..

you know it, son... yeah, Keying a line.. That brings meaning to mind, like seeing Morgan freeman behind the March of the Penguins - I believe it's a sign!!!!

Whoa... funny thing is I can keep going wit' this...
my flowing exists in the soul, most don't even know is a niche..
It exists in the soul of the niche, the colder it gets...
My node's to.... show what's coming there to the chosen few..
Yeah, the chosen two... or the chosen one...
you know it, son... yeah, Keying a line..
That brings meaning to mind, like seeing Morgan freeman behind
the March of the Penguins - I believe it's a sign!!!!
LOL @ the Patrick Stewart face... I got that same face when I'm taking a shit..
In your bathroom stall, call your girlfriend in so she can take in a whiff..
Ha... you jelly now? Got that R.Kelly style..
But I don't think there's anyone under age 10, around..
I'm getting wild... about to shut it down in my first key...
As a matter of fact? I'm done.. this works for me, personally a man of diversity.

Thought you were counting? You need a mixtape for promotion; I'll be hotter without it... So don't bother with clowning. If we're talking washed up? Then dude, your obviously drowning... And a giant can shower in the water surrounding..

Ha... now we know that's a lie... really no authority, dog.
That's a test, a studio wouldn't need Maury to call.
Let's face the facts - a garbage bin is the only logical spot
a person would place your tracks... you running your mouth
and it finally looks like it's making laps. Thought you were counting?
You need a mixtape for promotion; I'll be hotter without it...
So don't bother with clowning.
If we're talking washed up? Then dude, your obviously drowning...
And a giant can shower in the water surrounding..
I'll keep it short and sweet. This dork's weak.
The only purpose he serves is making my personal Morgue complete.
Fucking forum geeks get dotted out, like Morgan's cheeks.
Off a Free, man... we know G ain't gonna MC, damn. (GMC)
So where's your Crossover, hip hop Soldier?
You're not a recruit. Wouldn't need Kiefer to see you really had no shot in the booth.
Watch you drop off of a roof. Like Bi-shop in Juice.
And that was a bit of a stretch, but so is anything you've written in text.
And By George, you'll lose - like Zimmerman's ex.
Whether skittles or just... wearing a Hoodie, G, it'll be an imminent death!
So yeah, Peace, love, and rock and roll.
What you drop is bull. And I blocked the goal
of your post, like a Soccer Ball.
Socking you. Man, kind of depressing how you talking though, throw you off like a Guacamole.
Dropped in pasta bowl.
Always high, embody a Rasta's soul.