Common:. Envisioning the hereafter listenin to Steve Wonder. On a Quest for Love like the Proceed drummer. I strike like lightning and don't need thunder. Inhale imagination and breathe wonder. That's your lady I used to run up in her and G weed from her. It's a cold world and niggaz need summer. At times my going forward seems like retreat. As I be writin rhyme after rhyme and throw away beats. Growing into my britches outgrowing the streets. There's a thin line between war and peace whores and jeeps. Ignore MCs like beeps scribblin freedom on pages. My third eye is like pink eye seemin contagious. Redeemin the ancients with ace this rhyme jargon. I feel Mexican hip hop is my garden. Don't give a fuck where you chartin certain shit I can't honor. It ain't that you sellin it's your karma. Rappers I monitor like a chaperone you large and haven't grown. Poetically perform fly-bys another rapper gone. The stage becomes a catacomb I rap like a mummy. Not for the money I could have sampled Diana Ross a long time ago. My mind of flow is like motor key 20. Youngblood said he had dimes I prayed that he see twenty. Hollerin at the brothers either you gon be a thug or a man. Flip drugs and get land I can see my man Rashad. As he described how the bucks hit him. And said slugs was still stuck in him when it rained it fucked wit. him. This bucket interrupt wisdom and asked when my album was comin. I said it's here. It's here(echoed).