our minds sway like we're weightless entities comprised of waves and solar rays
through an ocean of motion, melding into slow implosion, such a commotion
like chaos, a natural state, which at times feels great
if you aint' balling like me, nigga, can u digga this bigga wigga crazy ass cracka
rhyme bustin, fillerbustin, blunderbustin, master of disaster,
you linguistic elitistic fashistic orifice of a human waste processing exit
i shat on you for i am great, and look down upon you
for i am high