see i was trained, to get off your plane and riddle the main frame, with sentence to maintain, your help, stick around with my stealth, i figured you well, to fidgety to armor the brain, it came then delt from strain thats hell, so vain yet knelt, humble yet trained to kill, full of the pain i sell, to the bells that ring, --

see im the same, but i wanna know whats in your game, whos in your brain,
see im tamed but i wanna cut throats in this game, cut through your name,

see i digress to the mother fuckin point, loading up a joint, hit rails then anoint whats left of me,
not Much Once im thru with the trajectory, correct effect to beat,
intellect dissect and then project respect, if you would write read fret, and then assign speed step, to get away from me,
cus i was trained to eat pills and find thrills choppin fine lines with grind smile and cheap bills, stuck real, to the inside of a pouch, you chewing me up but nothing pay me forward so get me out, played to count the cards similar odds its god facade, if ya'll gona play the game, then be god, cus we all trickle down to fact fuck subliminal tracks i write so everybody will hit critical mass, and if time surpass the blasphemy we all still gonna die so why pick up a creed, your greedy, your needy, ...
and now your dead, your family's cryin bout it but we all still move ahead,

belittled by every moment, by every single night, but still gravity pulls down that pillar that i call life, i fill up my pipe and send the smoke round, with a profound sense of reality that put us both down, and yes im fuckin depressed, I centered life on money now all I do is perfect, its sick the scene, i bottled up my fuckin dream, so everyday everybody can go on with what they seeing, just sleep, take one day at a time, if you get to pissed off blow out your fuckin mind,all crippled by time its simple refine, no thought, decline, you feel it in spine, inspired through past crimes,

see today is the day your game becomes my game, now whos insane,
its today that your brain is going to take no frame, we have no name,
quite your game quite your game in thought it all becomes a paradox,