nYo I got this, I got this, it goes like this, unhnLife is what distracts you from deathnGaspin for breathnGrabbin your chestnNow look to God and ask him what's left?nNo answer, now how can I pass the test?nI can't figure out the order of this bastard's messnI'm feelin disasterousnMassive stressnIt's futile like you child trying to sell me bags of sessnNow put that to restnI'm sportin rags when I dressnWhile you're mad obsessednWith Tommy Hil, Polo and GuessnGot selected best when rap was a braggin contestnNow you could of sounded like THISnTo sell records act possessednI've blasted the bestnFast like the wild west and had intercourse with the bulletholes in the chestnHooooes need to get their fat asses dressednMasters of sexnMust have been molested dads committed incestnViolated mother earth, grabbed her ass and breastsnGot father time ticked off the kid's soft I had to fess...upnI never fuck with what your raps suggest they make me laugh mos defnAs you get gassed by the pressnMe? I'm ridin on E, I got no gas leftnI had to walk my way home but I forgot the addressnOnce I got there I had no accessnTo my housenMoms changed the lock 'cause of my bad ass mouthnMy bad ass mouth? I ain't one to hold backnI know I'm jet white for some reason my beau's ex is bold blacknAsk your girl about 'em yo that bitch is so whacknShe gave my spirit a disease called the sooooouuuuul clapnThe way she does when she smoooookes cracknYou don't believe me? look here I got the koooodak momentnOpponents are slow to reactnLike when I got to gave a pound and you throw dapnNow you know thatnEvery man is listeninnChange your hand positioningnIt makes no sense like a satanic christeningnThey panic from all the shit I bringnYou ain't been dissed by Sage yet? just keep on listeningnI make it interestingnThey keep distancing themselves from what I have to saynPeace to my family members that are gone and passed awaynDay after day it makes me think about my worth and purposenOn this earth's surfacenSince birth, this world has been a circusnOf three ringsnOnce Armageddon beginsnWe'll hang ourselves from the tree limbsnWith G stringsnYou see there's too much swingingnFrom the hipsnRead my lipsnAs you watch what I say you're hopin that my toungue slipsnBut I made Linda Tripp, turned Kenneth to a StarnSex scandals just distract you from the real problems there arenDon't get fooled my the medianDon't believe everythin you read or eat, everythin they feed to yanEmcees to me, HA, they got lazy lipsnI'mma take hip hop back to Eighty-SixnSage Francis got you thinkin maybe it's...nAll down hill from here just like the Patriots