with the "pay me" chain and the pocket watch
say that something ...and talk as soft
about the blocks we build
with the rocks and stones
hiphop's just talk, don't break the bones
diss about an empty threat
then take it home
miss another shot
but the bullet's slow
pull it through the hole
and sow the seeds
two of these knocking
just to shit what you eat
come up behind
while they're rapping on the door
I'm talking about the bullshit
just show 'em some more
show 'em the door
the lines of
mahogany boards
and the time flies
when the clock is deplore
so don't waste mine
taking stock of the source
pick pocket the poor
'cause you want the lint of the floors

i said it before, i'll say it again
don't wait with the floor
just play with the pen

forget me not these fiddlestix
forget me what the riddle is
might he be forgetful
truth is, rap is my reality
but just a fistful...
an alibi for crimes that take place inside my shallow e-
-go
weak rhymes, dope rhymes
don't matter how you float mine
it's sleep for the peep-hole waiting for the show time
keyhole for the lock that never breaks
key choke on the shock of a lojack on that place
found the secret—now there's no way to go back
I slow that revelation
recollect the trepidation
only seconds from the bacon
making up a latent statement
and I take it to the press
have it pressed upon a tshirt
show it to the world
so they say what he heard

[murder on the links
no sausage in the universe
christie got her hand tied
hastings got his feelings hurt]

i said it before, i'll say it again
don't wait with the floor
just play with the pen

ju calls it his realness
says he's on the rise
so high, he
hires me to deal with his problems
but I'm on the bottom
don't feel it
with the rope tied to the ceiling
a feeling of sheep
walking in sync
covered in sheets with slit eyes
sulking to blink
a klan of the one hit-fits all
mind spinning in pure bliss
got the songs for the smokers
but the puzzle piece don't fit
when you long for the so-good-you-can't-ignore-that shit