I rotate to my…
I rotate to my…
I rotate to my own drum
Ink spitter spatters pitter patters when my words run
Jim Carry consciousness I leave you lookin’ dumb dumb
Dumber dumber you don’t get it guest I lost one
Fugees refugee domestic Katrina’s son
Chameleon pigments message hidden when I spit some
Hum drum conundrums I leave em wondrun
when obnoxious artist word vomit word vomit with an upchuck
Kilimanjaro I blast em all when I erupt
Explosive chakra natures native in my element
Intelligence strikes like serpents tongue oops… you’ve been bit
Poisonous to ignorance see it’s not dangerous
I’ll Della Reese and hold ya hand we walk where angels went
Spoken doors into holiness
Fix ya broke mental like my words was a stimulus
Check
Microphone check
Microphone check
One…two…
Can you hear me?
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