This outkast shit has influenced-me-now
everyone crowd-around when i be layin-it-down
after my shows ya'll be hopin i'm stayin-in-town
with nothin but up-side-down-frowns when i turn-around
i see me starin back at me my reflection is eternal
verbal 'hi-tek' 'kweli talib' i'm jumpin every hurdle
i'm the freshest when i add-lib around joints i'm tight lipped
right from the muthafuckin womb i was blessed to back flip
your back i'll crack it in two pieces i smashed it
leave you more uncomfortable then summer parka jackets
my best race i may have already ran it but i keep running
face off with me for you very tragic i'm so fuckin stunning
i'm like that expensive diamond-cut oh-don't-touch
you'll get cut not just from the tip and i-won't-smudge
i leave fools debatin whether they need two or one crutch
or be leavin in a stretcher like limbaugh they'll be-in-a-rush
like your room mate smoked up all ya dope you're-in-a-fuss
who-can-ya-trust i'll leave ya more fucked up then the right white dust//
jus a keystyle, feedback welcome.
