4:30 am

, so tootsie roll the fuck back to your seat cause i don't like you, hey spawn tell me a joke, hahahahaha, hey yo spawn, what you doing?, hahahaha!, i sever heads just to sharpen my skills, zoom in on braids like a john carpenter kills, surprise, that's the element, your confidence is delicate, never recuperates, i leave your mutant sell of it, break the victim down to a jelly consistency, the brain twisted spits, now tell me who gets with me, i felt they were listening and the smell of fear amps me, sweet tooth, room full of candy wrappers, i get antsy, mission activated, attention captivated, vocals ring bring the so-called king unstages assassinated, you're nice, where you from?, that's the question i ask, distraction got struck pull their heart out their ass, to blast this nuclear, when the crew appears, so sheek shelter, the only helpful advice, is that you should steer clear of the exits, i take reps and make messes, broken, when the spot closes we're off to breakfast, invested breath, skills, adrenaline, refill the guth into my hut to build with the pentagon, from henipen to lexington the first section conquered, laid seeds in the soil, preeped to props and on 'em, it's 4: 30 am, do you know where your head's at?, it's 4: 30 am, do you know where your head's at?, it's 4: 30 am, do you know where your head's at?, it's 4: 30 am, do you know where your head's at?, can't expect everyone to see shit the way i see it, can't expect anyone to be dope the way i be it, so be it, atmospherly stew like sunbeams, to snap you like a bungee when the sayers takes the country, hungry, and this emptyness makes me grumpy, take an emcee, stuff him between some bread cheese and lunch me, it's just a snack, rely on ant to thrust a track, into the mind as i slip behind the whack and crush his back, must react, if we don't we have no work, so i stomp them, let a steam remove remains upon the astroturf, now who's eager? to be made a believer?, it wakes the dead when i shake a rival's head until his teeth hurt, need jerk, when i yank your brain into a beaver, and melt the weak channels in your receiver, you need to keep your beaver in your pants, fuck your leisure and your plans, i wear a van halen t-shirt, bust a stance and crush your plans, it's all inside the flows balance, we figure well, your style has the personality of a speak-and-spell, you need development to reach the plateau i'm at, so take a fat step back so i don't mistake you as a bat, it's 4: 30 am, do you know where your head's at?, it's 4: 30 am, do you know where your head's at?, it's 4: 30 am, do you know where your head's at?, it's 4: 30 am, do you know where your head's at?