yo ma siss n bros! sup dudes? im bettah inna mid-am dialect den inna formal lang, so I gotta much exp inna such aspect but nahone can inspect dat ting. n I dun care bou anotha shitty ting in deh fucked-up world. k, it's hi time fo sum lyrics yo lil dicks - so gimme ho chicks n geddah out wivout any tricks or I'll crush hard bricks on yuh head - dat will b di reason y yall b inna bed, but dun worry - won't b bad, in plus yuh won't b sad (or mayb only mad). n I gotta deh lil prob - lika many ppl inna mob - I need sum weed cos I seed ma pack of speed, ma creed bleed indeed, hack dem, I feelin lack, I gotta sack of rack on ma back n gonna mek di nu stack of monin track, not more selectin verses like Black, nu set of senses, pullin jack, wholly extended pack, dat greycell net is buildin fences like gag, concentration mo, bag wiv fresh sentences, creation flo, fo di nation glo, recreation thro, weh deh fuck yuh dun kno mi bro? meh seh crack of ma illuminity ich got stuck, aye bitch, just checkin deh durability stitch, invulnerability glitch, unreality ability wiv switch of rich hear sense to bleach deh nonsense, but no chance, yuh wanna dance or b hit by a lance, how long can yuh listen dat glance? miss'n sumting, but no more sing - ding! - di eye blink, cos ma link wiv think won't sink, I kno dat stink but it ring, den deh lil thing di mortal wing ping n nuffin's left, dat smell was sting stoned, tax smashed by di wax, owned, sax now di fax throu' di pax, pwned, accelerate it to di max, blow that now from yo mind cos it will grind yuh, mek yo blind, ha, no planned hiway so I gonna say, sumday I'll mek it banned, always ma txt is tanned. if yuh cannot realize di interior n size of it, bet a bid, not bad - just mid, but first try to not b shy, to sacrifice di dice, cmon, it's nice like di city called Vice, wahs a pitty, dun wanna mek unity? wah a waste, dat's simple as ctrl+v to paste - open sum space in imagination, take a pen and taste di grace of wordlist creation face of wordplays ace invaluable and unavalaible like mace inna maze, nonsuch as golden patch, rolled on a clutch, sweet as dutch butch, but in di mo yuh kno so much, dat's deh contamination of anotha force, it's called concentration, strong as a horse, n ma motivation told me dat txt is worse den foregoin, so now im still cos im annoyin n time fo sum chill... n at least final mill ich drill yo n teach yo it's hill fo di sill till pill kill di real wiv dill - after dead there's no bill - so fill deh goodwill n feel free as a tree n bee n waheva yuh see weh spree flee inna sea, but neva b mi, n neva drink tea from di tee...
