Time toffee molten on the mantle. Freeze frame sound hangs in the air. My thoughts ebbing in slow motion. In limbo more than anywhere Just a sleepy head Breast fed on the thought of leaving. Dead
) come back to the streets. Them gimmick rappers they focus, most of these jokers is jokers. But I don't even play poker, pullin down your cheesy lookin posters. They look up to me like a bird, I look
occupation. ceo's find another artist stop hatin. The streets been waitin along time for the kid. I'm bout to go to trail rappers hopin I do a bid. Who really want it? Lets go shell for shell. I'm the
