when i spit, the words: they glistenncause where i'm from all the birds say listennand what the fuck is that suppose to mean?ni don't respond to emoticons or emotionsnwhat a notion, as your brain pans through the locomotionna key mouse and pad is said spoken, my friends do thisnthe peg you with one ways, i got your message late....i was still on the subwaynand people, they don't laugh anymorenthey use acronyms to make their opinions knownnthis why i might stay home for the next couple weeks nand retreat to my forms of beats, rhymes and lifeni lift up the phone like every fucking nightnJim Kenny: stop pushing those buttons all the timeni use to be a baller, now i'm bringing my C gameni know that my song is a screen namennnnow girls love to be photographednthis is a fact that can't be contested bynthe constraints of femininity in societynit's not that far from how everyone's a DJnand how every single party is destined to be greatnmy bulletin board is on the baller blocknanother chopper, stalker from calling it holler-talknto the dude with the novel tattoos, you knownplayed out: outside, played out: insidenstay out in nights, pageants streets of raysnwhisper in my ear about the beats on stagenand don't blow me off like a dandelionnman, he tried to tell me that his DJ crew was incredible, you know... hyphy!!!nsee i really don't get what that means out of contextnbut either way, misassociate songs with sexnand talk to me like russel right on my death daynyou make me wanna tussle with a bed frame like...nnmy checking styles forward like Mike Pecanright rip, tight lip with hi-sticks upni met a girl at the states i wanted to pick upnso i'm like Baby, let me be yr glowing puck nand she says WTF? in terms of abbreviationnthat's when i say my cellphones biller's a messnbut i get pass stress through a keyboard pressnand meet girls on the internet that wanna get blessednand i met one the other day, she was too hood to truenshe was too good to be new....goodsnso i ran her through the scanner of my choiceni held her like a banner for my boysni think she checks out like a Betty Ford, Eddie Whoresnmettle with my gerbils, send my basses of the boardni face a rancor, a matron at a store nto base myspace with graces is the paces i award ya!