Sick! Look I did it on my own, I ain't talking bout Oprah/ Kyle controlling minds, like Mk Ultra/ Throwing sublime lines, for you posers/ Binaural beats, going through yall/ While ya'll sitting on ya sofa/ Relax, meditation on rap/ Im going off the wall, like Mike Jack playing craps/ Im tryna find info Im tryna find facts/ But eyes on me, so I can't do that/ Thats a dollar for your thoughts, for whatever the cost/ When something is gained, then another thing is lost/ I ain't talking bout weight, or Matthew Fox/ Its the 21st century, Who's talking bout Fox/ No Jaimie, No Vivica or Megan/ Everybody Knows, Im gonna be a Legend/ Can I ask you a question, before them boys fill you up with Led like Zepplien/ Can I, ask a Rhetorical question/ Well Can I? Quote Ambrose Bierce, before I disappear/ God's the Only One I fear, I mean this/ Your boy a mensa genuis, Leguizamo undefeated/ My Suicidal flow, bout to blow up like extremists/ Peep this, Im the best in my Region, they said they want more/ My man I said I want more/ Its the Big Bang Theory,Chuck Lorre/ Bros. dropped Sheen cause he wanted two and a half men More/ It ain't greed, its ambition/ The hottest sh** you heard from Kitchen/ Some Rappers non-existent, face on milk cartons Missing/ If you think im sick, then you werent even listen'/ No biggie, Im sick with this sicker more style/ Pure lyricist, Undefiled/ What else, k** Your Lame Enemies, a motto from Kyle/ And forget about G shocks, we use sun dials/ k** all, k** all who k**