I'm Wesley Snipes pack a blade causing demolition, laser vision, upgrade my operating system, I'm a one off, sickle Nikita Koloff, take over any boss, mask up, and duck the cough, hit the wall harder than a mosh, dust, and walk it off, faster to Jet than coles, holmes or moss, oh my gosh, you foul, flagrant and get tossed, I'm gillie suit, sharp shoot from the moss,
Most rappers bother me, so end up going back to prodigy,

The fact I'm grumpy more than wrong side of bed, hungry, and no way to get fed, instead, they try hunt me or turn in to feds, I need a bed, some meds, better plans to hold me up, not type kickstand, or down, closer to quicksand, can you understand? Detox, shadowbox and face the albatross, I'm reminiscing we met up on Wycoff, I keep writing, Don't turn the mic off,

Don't turn the mic off

in those introspective moments, I see I'm my own worst opponent, even when those closest act bogus, suggest you put your in it and focus, I still wanna either stick out my neck or rope it, on demand, like Rokus, most don't approach it, I caught fire and stoke it, smoke it, gang up loc it, wrote it so you can quote it, niggaz get close and you homophobic, social distance, emotional resistance, number unlisted, the doubt is persistent, the key is resealance, simple seen brilliant, around the clock like the dock works, to link up similar to brautwurst, hotter than a glock burst, living on the block worst, I guess it all hurts, pain kisses and death worse, crime stole moments and a purse, is living cursed, these words I rehearse, formatted to a verse, deliver a body of work in a hearse, after a nurse and coroner converts, no more alert,
Slipped into Technicolor, the achievement uncovered, before originality smothered, undercover, thoughts shuddered, mother Hubbard bare brain cover, island lapse shutter, wanna be your lover,

Don't turn the mic off

Is this nigga for real, saying he took the red pill, this is not a drill, harder to break large bills, so keep em under 50s when we make deals, I was working minimum wage when my cousin showed me the 12 gauge, I knew playdates had changed, to a whole new ballgame, childish things put away, the sun rays of a new day,
Remember they said I was simple, guess time had a wrinkle, lion, witch and wardrobe, story unfold, plot thickens, for the moment, alive and kicking, each moment ticking, niggaz talk a good one, falling on deaf ears, hopes and dreams turn to tears, I hope this comes through loud and clear, this machine catch us all in the gears,
I got the sauce like tahini, bare more than arms like a bikini, red marini, talk that shit great bundini, this is it luchini, screaming meanie

Turn the mic off now motherfucker