Let me make you think/
I pray to god you won't sink/
I'll be gone before a blink/
Till d**h do us part/
I been doing this rhyme schemes from the start/
Won't stop till I make it number one on those charts/
Rip miss, put rappers in the chokehold slow mo. yall know/
Better to listen then to answer chatter/
Whippin you fools up, no baseball, but wheres my batter?/(get it)/
On top like a cherry on an ice cream cone/
Kurt Cobain Nirvana when im stoned/
Mafia Madness Music Triple M's Don Corleone/
Like DmX album its dark and hells hot/
Beating up beats turn me to kumquats/
The Edgar Allen Poe of hip hop/
Depressing rehearsals I watch with a look of shame/
Open the I waltz around and I came crafty unlike the days of before/
Scandals and vandals like burnout im too hot to handle/
In the summer, im odd like ill rock plaid and flannel/
Im sick to the core mess aroud pulverize the frontal lobe and pick out the mantle/
How many bars do I need to illustrate my mixtape?/
Ready or not here I come call it the fugees/
Boo please it is I he the whimsical comical never hostile but im so metaphysical and your hysterical/
Unbearing procedures, left me lookin for the remedy as I learn to break the extremites/
Vicious bites, I be hearing sounds of pits chewin flows in the wind/
Crazy bonkers straight nutty like the professor/
Mr.Jim attacks macks breaks camels backs unloads book racks has a kanck to laugh at new jacks and sartles thos who are whack yet overeact/
Omens occure suddenly, but I pray overthem Amen/
A fisherman sits quietly ready to capture the prey/
Live Learn Listen Laugh Love/
Answer is a.. all of the above/