mighty hungry.

id like to thank yall...

for allowin me
to bring some reality
into the situation.

this is my dissertation...
niggas is outta pocket, 'cause its no one at the top-and it seems
that dreams need shattering.
your wax gets on the platter- now you feelin mighty flattered, thinkin you really matter-

...when you dont.
you wont.

yall careers is a *joke*.


and im *laughin*, need a aspirin, guffawin' at this nonsense,/niggas is busy actin/ like i wont third reich 'em-GAS em!

i will concentrate my camp til we auschwitz these b*tches.
out ship these b*tches, convert units to riches...

niggas trippin on semantics, its wild/ im dumbin out over beats that i made, i gave em new style,/back in 2 thou/ i was hurtin em, on the low tho,
bubbled silent, on my dolo,
new millenium and im pinnin em back, now- here's my promo:

walk in the door cocky, just knowin niggas dont want it... to make it a fair fight, yo, im spottin niggas a hundred! ANYTHING you dudes is sayin, i been done it- restructured the flow.

stay optimistic. try spittin in triplets.

'cause right now my whole style is sickness defyin' physics,
mark of the beast, triple sixes - all hits, no misses
when the pen is in the fist its no slack in the wrist, its/

just

magical artistry, yall gonna have to pardon me,
but this rap sht is a part of me
yall better man up
ladies get them hands up
niggas put them grands up

im comin!