Dear Diary-hhea, I be droppin' some shit,nbut not journals and memoirs, lines and bars.nI stretch my hands out to reach for the stars;nI'm making plans now to live on Mars, cuz I got Earth on lock.nSee my mind is like a muse to a paper,ncuz I'm used to a paper drawing blank, til it's got me to think,nI just dip it in my think-tank, fill it with ink, and runnstraight through the lines, cuz I can't be stopped.nImpose my will on words, even when they won't,nfor example I make words rhyme, even when they don't,nwith the hint of vocabulary, even with a quote,nI make your mind all mine until I'm done with it,ncause I have fun with itnpick it up and run with it, score it, andnspike it andndon't take a second to figure out you like it.nIf you think you can find a match, then strike it.nIt won't ignite, cuz it can't fill my Nikes withnthe man-made lake, or a dam, or a dyke, or a canal.nIt still cannot float quite like thisnnatural, deal-breaking, move-making knightncuz my mic sound right,neven when I write like this.nn(You know what I'm saying man, that's what you gotta do sometimes, just lock yourself up in a room and just go at it, you know. Just don't put the pen down until you done with it, like a written freestyle session. Just hit the keys until you got something that you feel, you let it all out your system and get it off your chest.)nnI get up in the zone, like a super saiyan.nSuperhumans want to say 'em over, drunk or sober.nMere mortals make a mission out of mixing me with masterpieces, just so they can take it home and play it over.nI dip into a theory til I catch diptheria,nit's scarier than waiting to exhale.nYou must know by the time I tap keysnwith relative ease, I be contemplating my next tale.nI stay steps ahead, thinking bout the reps ahead,nby the time you're cluing in, it's your rep i'm ruining.nThat's like a double pen', both sides screwing in,none foot in your mouth, one mouth (?) your rear end.nI wanna get to the point where I don'tngotta crush the competitionnjust because they wanna see my style.nI'm trying to get to the level where the rebelsnsee the power of my empire, nand they stop and wait a while.nn(You know what I'm saying, later for battling, you're talking about the art of war. They say the greatest victory is when you don't even have to go into combat--that's what I'm talking about right there. I mean, I just wanna let people know what the deal is when you step to the plate, all that's on the table right now when you handling this here.)nnLet me explain:nthis is expository,nwhy they shut themselves outnto open arms in harm's way,nshook by what dreams maynforce themselves upon,nscreaming eponnthat's why their rapids run shallow when my ponds are far gone.nCool like Calgone,njust back from Cal'fornnand lands beyond, letting foreigners hear my songs,nand back to spawn.nSame ol', same ol', nsome on, some off,nsome in, some out, all win without a doubt.nSome rise by sunrise, while some guysntry to summarize, those that walk and fall but can't crawl.nSee, I'm hip to a critic cuz they're hypocritic,nit's critical that what I'm kickin's just a little bit political.nSo consider this a PSA from USA to UK:nSay what you wanna say,nbut if you wanna say what everybody else is gonna say,njust remember, don't play games with J.