str8 off the top on some boredom shyt.

[Big E]

With my pen and my Paper, I can be whoever I want,
From romance to insanity, imaginations on the front.
Some say I waste time, and space mind, when puffin' greens and writin',
but I taste rhymes, and chase lines, instead of stuffin' fe's and fightin'.
I spread the lightning, that I feel coming outta my wrist,
Not pissed, but I drive my points, deep in abyss,
Like bliss, when I write, I'm off onto another planet,
Gazing stars, blazing bars, til my fingers stop and panic,
Depressed and Manic, is what the doc evaluated,
but I just let it flow, and it doesn't matter how you make it,
as long as it's real, and deep inside u know it,
doesn't matter what the world thinks, you're not afraid to show it,
So what if I blow it, the expiriance of winnin',
I'm havin' fun no matter what, I'll piss and shit on your oppinion,
Hell is what I'm givin', although it be a different flavor,
Unless I lose my left hand, I'm Super Man, with my pen and my paper.

 

[Stay High]

nice flow. i'm pretty bored too. i'll spit somethin'


confuse these dudes, switch it up for you & spit my outro as & interlude-
these bars i spit at fools make they groupies tell em "we ain't really feelin' you"-
i work from 10 to 2, servin' it up dense & chunky-
Rich town, 38th & Cutting if a nigga wanna rush me-
but in that case he must be, ready to catch a few bullets-
keep heat wear i sleep & i'm just itchin' to pull it-
stay high, go for a bay ride in the daytime by the bay side-
kick it off the dome with the fellas leave people sayin " damn...they nice. "
i'm an old soul throw back style like Miami Vice-
science tried to dull my shine down but my genes we're too hard to splice-
i come correct wit it, have you facing death like the next witness-
bitch best come out dem pockets if she really tryin' to get wit this-
if you really tryin' to get lifted, take a puff of my hydro-
they snappin' pics when i roll down the Ave, that's why I ride low-
wherever i go, i stay dipped unknown to choke-
all the niggas wit deals talkin' shit, I consider " inside jokes "-
proceed to box my weed and get lost inside smoke-
then i roll to a spot and make other niggas look as interestin' as watchin' Murder She Wrote

 

[Big E]

cool homie, I like

 

[Stay High]

thanks