Yo
Prisms and chisels divvying away at the rocks of the day
Man, I rock the day
I rock the mic
I rap what you like
I rap about extraditing crazy mics in life
But f** it
Exodia with the Yu-Gi-Oh!
Spit this sh** fluently until you and me go
Down the ladder, past the heaven to the afterlife we lived in
You know purgatory talking children
I talk to Mifflin muffin muffler a** s**ing mophuckers with some ashtray
Puff it down, ask me
If Ashley was in the back
And I might have to cascade my fingers down her back to her crack
You know, or spine
I ain't never smoked crack
And I swear to you that I never will do that
Maybe once
But, you know, just for the experience for the taste
And it might not be laced
But i might not be faced with the decision ever
And I'm rising
Look inside my eyes, kid
And see that it's Alaskan Eskimo-a** talking mophuckers who be rapping today
I rap the best way
And i rap sedated