Finally back,got my new home and can finally visit my little bro as much as I want. Going to be a tough winter not use to the bitter cold like i use too :P, But it should be fun for me and my little girl to play in the snow!

Verse 1:
I know my logic of knowledge is nonsense,
One of a few who can still flow with content,
chewin tracks, with a monstrous accent,
rappers get confused and claim they gettin noxious
I leave ya head spun, welcome to the process,
You outta check the side effects of your rx,
I got a theory why Im not seein progress,
the last time I was seen was at loch ness
I can see the condition, and man you need to listen,
To every lyric that im faithfully spittin,
That I been gracefully givin this gift to give you a vision,
Forget about the norm man, im outta the system
A rapper this good, im more than an animal,
somebody get me on the phone with discovery channel,
it's crucial, my lyricals are flowin down your avenue,
Tape decks, headphones and vehicles
Yea, it's gettin ridiculous,
every bar that I'm spittin got me out doin my previous
I got you runnin round town like you feelin us,
And tellin ya grandma that she could never cook with us
I suggest you get nothin less than cigarettes,
or I could smoke ya lungs dead for a dollar less
ain't no breathe in ya viens so why you testin my name?
I found the game, now I gotta explain,

Verse 2:
Its what I came for man, my luck the same as wall street decline
bout time for my rhymes to shine,
and make the sun and the moon align,
eclipse the world that we choose to ride,
I live life off of first impression, the only lesson ima give you is ya don't ask questions,
I dont claim to be ish that aint true, im smarter than to think my voice sounds better on auto-tune
To be honest, I dunno why I do it,
in every essence of the word, I could barely pursue it,
and every motive from my soul is the music,
truth is, sucks when you useless, and everybody's movin
And every pains amplified by the drum roll,
come close to find that you were never close,
snared and frayed, I'm layin in waste,
when everybody is the same, bein different yields no space\
I been told, that I ruined my life,
If you talkin about my lines, then I ruined it right,
Cuz now I got it on track, and everybody be like,
damn, didnt expect it, yea but hes kinda nice
Im gettin sick of what it is that I be talkin about,
Wonder if my words made it through, would they make it out?
I know nothing in life is guaranteed,
Still waiting on the one song, that everybody sings
Dear listener, flourish inside my lines,
Sometimes I got rhymes, for the people, for the times
I got so much to lose, but so much on my mind,
Even if I aint heard, I know that I tried
I got fans, they minimal but they pivotal,
In formin my dream, yea they know that im lyrical
Two-timin on every syllable, simile, similar
To the cynical nation under our liberty,

Verse 3:
I got so much to give into,
In all aspects, im not what you listen to,
In tape decks and soundwaves Im minimal,
I cant find a way to make my name with syllables.
I flow harder than bullet talk and pedigrees,
More exotic than rappers outta the phillipines,
Musical genius measured in Jenkees,
Wreckin the record with cannibalistic amenities,
my music aint drug infested, so I cant perfect it,
takin over my mind, how I never expected it,
Im a veteran, as evidence your enterin
my raps as a genesis,
I found love in my music, my homestead,
And I cant just run, like we all said.
I can see my fame change, it depends when,
im fightin in a war where we all dead
One day my rhymes will shine through, You watch what ima do,
Throw ya hands to the moon, Indent your own blues.
and if I run short on any more views
I got hip hop stuffed in my shoes,
so will I ever find the lime light?




Not even the right sight, cats say I rhyme tight,
raps that I rhyme light, thats why I feel like
bats in the night time, fight for my last line,
so with the s on my chest, ima find you the next,
ima find you the best, ima lose or be left,
Ima rooster the nest, ima be the definition of the You in the S (U.S.)... yes.