I rock the mike with different styles,

Rhythm that trembles your bathroom tiles.

Vampish alluring drawing your mind,

Shifting words hold and bind.

Dub the base its in your face,

Listen to my physic poison lace.

Ease the stress let the vibe caress,

For I have passed the final test.

Let sound bounce propelling trounce.

Turn the volume then detect,

Messages with feel that tries to connect.

Messages with feel that tries to connect…

A message I real that deserves your respect.

Words are round so leery,

Women find it scary come on spare me.

Folks told me you’re just a street git,

Rap was also a major topic.

I may be bummin on CD’s banking,

My brains toss panicking.

Or was I just bummin words thumbing.

All around my clothes ridden floor,

Paper with lyrics even nailed to my door.

If I could rap in country bars,

Or even rhyme sublime on mars.

It’s the same old conspiracy,

To stop my flow on humanity.

So with attitude with nerve,

I fire my sound with wicked curve.

Messages with feel that tries to connect…

A message I real that deserves your respect.