Therapy

To ease the mind
I analyze between lines
I vandalize
With rhymes, when
I recite I hold the mic like a nine
I design like a composer
Blow you like a soldier
Vocal mind? with the smoothness, move with composure
Grab a mic n' set it like
I'm wettin' su'n' with my heater
MC's get wet cuz they be sweatin my procedure
Crimes I design remove stress
Like buddah bless in the projects
I choose to rep
My complex like geometry, blessed like ganja be
If I die, live niggaz gunshots'll honor me
Properly,
I be droppin these lime life philosophies
Criminology, it's just a ghetto nigga prophecy
I got to be laid back, empower property
Sports cars, dogs, and a yard lots of trees
Quite possibly
I might even chop a ki '
Cuz even when
I chill the
D's are still clockin' me
Rookies on their fours havin' wet dreams of knockin' me
See me jumpin' out the mean
Lex, a street odyssey
So vex they follow me son, my policy, here to make mines sorta like rhyme is a robbery,
I take mines
There ain't a mother fucka stoppin' me
Rhymes like these, leave ya' mind at ease (*scratching*)
Just...Just...
Just. ..Just....
Just listen to the man on the mic
I'm sagittarius, the archer, live breed,
Dimes leave keys to they apartment
I snipe mc's like a marksman
Heat of a arson
And I'll freeze ya' mind like a breeze from the
Arctic Seize like the narcsters
When on stage
I feel weak, you breathe out ya' nostrils
You seek enlightment you can be my disciple
Son I don't wanna be in
Queens house with my boo
Stressed out because case supreme might indict you
I do what
I got to do survive
I've slung jums n' bottles
Touched blood money, bust guns with hollows
A man child command crowds in smooth apparel
Write quite elustrious n' live like a pharaoh
My destiny's to spread my wings like a sparrow
My pen's addicted to men who've been convicted
Every housin' projects
I've repped the realness
Son I sit down with convicts, deal wit' killers, chill wit' dealers
I ain't really feelin' niggaz rhymes these days
I coincide each phrase to write so deep my line's engraved
Like a gemstar inside a plate
I'm tryin to live cuz
I 'mma die one day
If Crime don't pay
My currency's defined off the rhymes
I say I'mma po-et due to my respect of
Bigs' assassination
I rep NYC with no kingly aspiration
My feet stand on pavement once felt by
Perry Mason '
Cuz self-preservation is the first law of nature
I clutch a
M-I-C while semi- squeeze
Rhymes like these, leave ya' mind at ease (*scratching*)
Just...Just...
Just...Just
Listen...Just...
Listen...Listen...
Just...Listen to the man on the mic...
Just...Just listen...
Just listen...
Just. ..Listen to the man on the mic...
Listen...Listen...
Listen to the man on the mic (*end scratch*)