I am so gone and nobody said bye to me
Sitting on cloud nine alone, nobody’s as high as me
Not one enemy, I love everything, except sobriety
Check the dictionary, Scary, There is no definin' me, There is no out-rhymin me
Lyrical empire full of fire, I'm a poetical dynasty
Through these line's I'm breezin', Give you something to believe in
A rebel with a reason
And with the way I’m ****ing the world the U.N. will bring me in for treason
But I will come in high without a care
And when they ask me to state my defense
I’ll say I didn’t try to overthrow anything, we had an affair…
No strings attached... isn't that rare.
I will leave the world mind-****ed
But I’m not gunna bust yet….
For that line, Mary Jane’s doing time, The Usual Suspect
And me, You see... I’m only getting Kevin Spacier
An ounce of Medusa Jane, I’m stoned just facin’ her
Gotta slow down, Damn, I’m out-pacin words
Preserving energy drafting behind these racin’ verbs
But with the way I maneuver the verse doing what works I'll surely come in first
Such a lyrical god, Give me Sunday, Then I’ll make you punks pray
Forever fly, a clever high, everyone else is on the runway
My pen writes that food for thought so the pad is like a lunch-tray…

Lyrical Chris Angel, You can call me the WordFreak
The voice of reason for this game; Kirk Herbstreit
There’s a thin line between pure genius and pure madness
I just walk that line, watch me Johnny Cash this…
I just want a top-hat “trick”
Tell her to show me the magic
Give it to me good, But damn she is the baddest
Give me head till your dead, Like blow me to the casket
And in the will give me everything, you know I've gotta have it...
Damn let me apologize, these highs have my mind racing like Bristol
Reckless gun-laws in Texas, Tonight she’ll be my sex pistol
John Lennon said Happiness is a warm gun...
And I said ***** let’s make a movie, I’ll show you how porn’s done...