Therapy

To ease the mind

I analyze between lines

I vandalize

With rhymes, when

I recite I hold the mic like a nine

I design like a composer

Blow you like a soldier

Vocal mind? with the smoothness, move with composure

Grab a mic n' set it like

I'm wettin' su'n' with my heater

MC's get wet cuz they be sweatin my procedure

Crimes I design remove stress

Like buddah bless in the projects

I choose to rep

My complex like geometry, blessed like ganja be

If I die, live niggaz gunshots'll honor me

Properly,

I be droppin these lime life philosophies

Criminology, it's just a ghetto nigga prophecy

I got to be laid back, empower property

Sports cars, dogs, and a yard lots of trees

Quite possibly

I might even chop a ki '

Cuz even when

I chill the

D's are still clockin' me

Rookies on their fours havin' wet dreams of knockin' me

See me jumpin' out the mean

Lex, a street odyssey

So vex they follow me son, my policy, here to make mines sorta like rhyme is a robbery,

I take mines

There ain't a mother fucka stoppin' me

Rhymes like these, leave ya' mind at ease (*scratching*)

Just...Just...

Just...Just....

Just listen to the man on the mic

I'm sagittarius, the archer, live breed,

Dimes leave keys to they apartment

I snipe mc's like a marksman

Heat of a arson

And I'll freeze ya' mind like a breeze from the

Arctic Seize like the narcsters

When on stage

I feel weak, you breathe out ya' nostrils

You seek enlightment you can be my disciple

Son I don't wanna be in

Queens house with my boo

Stressed out because case supreme might indict you

I do what

I got to do survive

I've slung jums n' bottles

Touched blood money, bust guns with hollows

A man child command crowds in smooth apparel

Write quite elustrious n' live like a pharaoh

My destiny's to spread my wings like a sparrow

My pen's addicted to men who've been convicted

Every housin' projects

I've repped the realness

Son I sit down with convicts, deal wit' killers, chill wit' dealers

I ain't really feelin' niggaz rhymes these days

I coincide each phrase to write so deep my line's engraved

Like a gemstar inside a plate

I'm tryin to live cuz

I'mma die one day

If Crime don't pay

My currency's defined off the rhymes

I say I'mma po-et due to my respect of

Bigs' assassination

I rep NYC with no kingly aspiration

My feet stand on pavement once felt by

Perry Mason '

Cuz self-preservation is the first law of nature

I clutch a

M-I-C while semi- squeeze

Rhymes like these, leave ya' mind at ease (*scratching*)

Just...Just...

Just...Just

Listen...Just...

Listen...Listen...

Just...Listen to the man on the mic...

Just...Just listen...

Just listen...

Just...Listen to the man on the mic...

Listen...Listen...

Listen to the man on the mic (*end scratch*)