never grow up

i play the low end, you never know, you probably never heard of me, my hands'll never shake, it's steady hand surgery, already banished as courtesy, dmc didn't need it then i'll be mc, e-v proceeded by the b-a-b-u, a-l-c and no mothafuckin' take two, mistakes do happen and i ain't afraid to keep 'em either, add 'em with a little pain and leave 'em with the smell of reefer, a padded room with the cell receiver, odd thoughts from a rhyme that you could tell is even, i ain't tell 'em either, i did tell 'em listen, didn't tell 'em givens, but did sell the seeders, i say it like i seen repeaters, i seen 'em come and go selling out theaters, too back, peddling back they caught me dealing, better sell it in scraps and never seen a ceiling, sell a feeling for derivative exposure, i'm a think tank and driven like a no limit soldier, there is no gimmick to this closure, just a image with a fork ridden over, just a vision of the finish line, energy ascends, that is cinema within a sign, rap sitting on the bench like it's dinner time, major events, i'm getting mine