(CashFlow on the beat) Troublin' [?] to relieve stress Thinkin' of ways to elevate my status No goin' backwards The underdog is comin' through I tell 'em step out the way Pass the baton I'm goin' long And you can't with the pace Most of these rappers sound the same Like they read from similar scripts Recycled lines tried to recite but end up bitin' your lips Don't need no [?] and documents, I use a morphine drip My mental strength my mind control more like a Morpheus grip Illustrious shit, they [?] and grind these niggas busted this shit No trust in this shit, one moment they love you the next they forget They knock you off your pedestal it's back to regular shit Like 2 9-to-5's behind the counter Cash register customer service takin' orders Countin' quarters no 7 G's Serve a number 5 with extra cheese Please place the napkins in the bag too The rent been past due for the past few In a tight spot with a bad view Yes lawd You better tell 'em I'm a cold blooded prototype My paragraphs can paralyze My pen and pad can petrify Your petalism's pesticide That's poison for the portions I'm poised to point out these parasites Present the light amongst the darkness preachin' the truth Loose in the booth like untied laces My grace and turnin' pages Pacin' paintin' pictures peace and paraphrasin' barely breathin' Gave it all I got inside me rapid fire kamikaze Aim it then I hit the target captain of the ship I got it I often use the flows as discourse To soften the words of this author like W.E.B. Du Bois I said that I'm back with a vengeance nigga so kill off the noise I'm makin' a vow on repentance all of the praise to the boy I'm over-analyzing stressin' 'bout the lyrics Not the analytics views and listens Intricacies intimately involved with every sentence Rhyme and rhyme line after line I kill this shit Time after time inside my mind I'm feelin' like