Roll the weed up then I turn the beat up
Just a little bit of all that I'm in need of
Then I get more 'cause I know I'm in for
Another long night of rapping when I record

I got this feeling so I get out my pen and go right
Ahead and look into my new composition of rhymes
Put on a beat and found out how to compose a compound
I pick a rap and a style and wrap around it a sound
Invest the best of my thoughts in every line that I jot
And then I take what I got and rearrange in a spot
For illustrating a verse articulated the words
So when the lyrics are heard they're visually observed
Concise a message only using what the beat provides
I spit to people, fine, right over their feeble minds
So I wrote a dime multiplying whole Supply of the coldest rhymes
Like they derive from Yodenheim
I remember I'd obsess over every line
Like, "Did I used the word 'my' one too many times?"
"Did I focus more on metaphors then I'm punchlines?"
But I can hear it now and yo, I'm doing just fine
So here I sit contemplating on another bar
Hitting this blunt that when I bought was still a cigar
Stare at my page, and for days, when the beat is on
Looking for typographic rivers leading to a pond
Assemble words together to obtain a verse
Then we dispersed and branded it on planet Earth
I feel it's worth it every time we put in work
I'm making sure we get it done but first things first
I count the syllables of every bar within the flow and
I'm doing good and so I stay headed where I'm going
The letters coming to mind from there, to words, into rhymes
I see the steps that collide and take it one at a time
Until, before I know it, after much deliberation
I see these thirty-two bars crafted from my creation
The hardest part is to start for me, in all, that's an art
I take the basics and lace it to place it well over par

I got this notion that I keep my flowing ever going
In no particular direction has long as it's in motion
The verse and chorus- sonorous and furthermore it's enormous
I'm placing more as before this and flipping through the thesaurus
So I can describe how my mind gets a rhyme in a line
Organized in a measurable time
With the rhythm and knowing the ability
Restoring glory, I utilize my free speech
Recording stories with lessons in them we teach
Regarding all we have learned by living each, peach
I think the more we try to open up your mind
The more liable everyone is to think deep
And if it happens I'm happy we have an impact
And I'll be happily rapping and give nothing back
Just to keep the lead dragging across the map
Until they act as paperweights and [start] counter-balancing the rap
With overflow until I cannot flow no more
And so I go and get it like never before
Lyric assassin when lashing in any fashion
And mashing on any rappers who are rapping and lacking passion so
It comes with writing igniting the light enlightening
Highly and burning brightly and slyly lying inside me, yo
In my whole life never did I know why
Or ever so mind any 'bout it so I