magna opulence divided by the future populace
leaves little coppers left for kids who aren't as popular
it's third eye ocular we need corrective lenses
yet perspective lends itself more to corrective fences
sniping from elected trenches i dessiminate
lock, loaded red dot lasered to inseminate
the masses with classes on inflection of emphasis
or what passes as tragic impasses; so placid
like the lake or your flacid verses sorry situation
I keep at bay shit that makes me wanna blaze one
cutting crazed ones smoking vapour off the blade of knife
as a hiphop sacrament i take it in like the body of christ
broader expanse that wrecks plans and checks hands
checks feet and checks eyes for the lies with demands
none understands, that in fact i'm a thief beyond belief
is it fact or fiction? or really that I don't sleep, don't eat,
don't live, don't breath atleast not without a backdrop beat
to bring the crowd to their knees and oh c'mon please...
isn't it funny bitch? M-C are just two out of twenty six
letters in the alphabet that gives the crowd such a funny fix
gimme my money bitch i've had enough of waiting
curtain call is coming and I'm sewn into the drapings
as I flow into this raping, metalyrically speaking
grabbing my hash pipe i see that it is leaking
cupping the fluids chronic druids are the plumbers
drink in this holy water and watch us get dumber