close my eyes and witness my dreams come to fruition...lyrics have meaning if you listen...its suspect fittin the discription/
still on the mic cause i'm gifted..higher then my caddy when its lifted...coming cool as a cold front whenever i'm twisted/
a caucasain with an imagination...shocking the world with every presentation...unsensored insighting riots of fools so rightous/
musics ingrained on my brain...straight from tacoma the city of rain...where I born and raised..blazed a jay and became the man I am today/
silencing crews with my wicked tones breaking bones like sticks and stones...then its back on the road...perfecting the flow for the next show/
on the bus writting to try and enlighten the average joe on parrol...picture the tacoma dome full waiting for me to flow/
blowing off the roof sippin eighty proof...got haters like alqudia screaming truce...truce....after that you'll be hanging from a nuse..nuse/
dont confuse the situation a suspects blowing up the booth like a haitian...sick thoughts lacing mp3s when theres liquor in me/
cant cease from busting flows in all degrees..so sharp i'm leaving fools looking like swiss cheese..more and more fools wanna murder me/
feel like i'm jamie foxx cause "i might need security"...but I always gotta "stand up" tell you what i think holding a drink...better focus dont even blink/
or miss the whole thing..grew up since rap embraced the gold chain...looking for more out of life then the next man...for now i'm gonna let my text stand/
and then i'm in the booth suspect tellin the truth...uncouth with demon seeds about to produce another young gangsta youth/
still on the mic cause i'm gifted..higher then my caddy when its lifted...coming cool as a cold front whenever i'm twisted/
a caucasain with an imagination...shocking the world with every presentation...unsensored insighting riots of fools so rightous/
musics ingrained on my brain...straight from tacoma the city of rain...where I born and raised..blazed a jay and became the man I am today/
silencing crews with my wicked tones breaking bones like sticks and stones...then its back on the road...perfecting the flow for the next show/
on the bus writting to try and enlighten the average joe on parrol...picture the tacoma dome full waiting for me to flow/
blowing off the roof sippin eighty proof...got haters like alqudia screaming truce...truce....after that you'll be hanging from a nuse..nuse/
dont confuse the situation a suspects blowing up the booth like a haitian...sick thoughts lacing mp3s when theres liquor in me/
cant cease from busting flows in all degrees..so sharp i'm leaving fools looking like swiss cheese..more and more fools wanna murder me/
feel like i'm jamie foxx cause "i might need security"...but I always gotta "stand up" tell you what i think holding a drink...better focus dont even blink/
or miss the whole thing..grew up since rap embraced the gold chain...looking for more out of life then the next man...for now i'm gonna let my text stand/
and then i'm in the booth suspect tellin the truth...uncouth with demon seeds about to produce another young gangsta youth/