I know I'm an emotionally disturbed person People think I'm talkin' to myself When I'm rehearsin' on the rhyme A mass productionist, a mass production matador
Pan it more to the left, there you go Minimize the synthesizer wiser when I wind up for the pitch But I don't pitch a bitch 'cause sales get derailed And towed an abundance of cash
Damn, I let it go, he was my man I tried to trust him but I busted him twice In my trash can and I'm askin' I don't need Psychology to see the dichotomy in me
Knew something was fishy but I'm better than Wishy washy or topsy turvy, it kinda irked Me that I caught him sleepin' 'cause I try To be wide awake but ye slows it down
So I can't dilate and show that I'm bigger Than that but I also have to consider The fact that opposed to him not being The right peeper, I'm a light sleeper
So what does it mean when I reach maturity And still see that I'm not the mayor of my Mayonnaise, the master of my milieu At least I have a swing and a few things
On my mind, it's never a good nighty night Just a rise and shine, why's the rhyme so important Why do I have to be so potent And blow the mic a flow without chokin'?
I don't, I'm arrogant and outspoken Mouth no token, I'm just a roust about I have a house and clout but I don't come tight But it's routine since few fiend for true
Hip hop, it's a trip when I drop my style And forget it and forget where I got it from And how I got 'em sprung 'cause I'm Stuck on myself and I depend on my luck
And wealth for health matters so I don't Explode with stress, I'll serve you an elf Platter, they'll tell me my shit is fatter Than the first but I'm a light sleepin', rapper in a hearst
I don't wear sarongs in my songs, I diss The skirts in verses an I used to measure My demeters with clever panometers, but I bounced like a pogo and I'm solo with the hobos
A nocturnal colonel in a journal I put fly kids' eyelids to rest a detour For deep sleep when I freak beats, I snap Like a defective contraceptive and my sleep Will be light, so you'll know that I'm tight