L.яєч ™//MOTHERFUKERRR iM iLL ;)

you can't get on my level,
no ladder goes infinity beyond,
all the way past air,
spaceships and klingons,
I'm home grown,
where they go hyphy,
but thats not me,
no surrie,
im surpreeme,
the flow is mean like bullies,
and I chill like freeze,
so cold, so get your skis,
i over see,
overseas,
i hurt ya,
like bruised knees,
more like bruce lee,
but they not me,
it's more unlikely,
that you hear the truth in blastphomey,
sincerely,
I speak notin but the opposite of lies,
i keep it in the family,
and thru secret ties,
put the rhymes in the ground,
and the game in the skies,
into gods eyes,
im am viewed,
reflected back at me,
and you are schooled,
on how to be cool,
somethin like Lu,
from your cap,
to your shoes,
sicker than flu's,
nothin to lose,
is it in you,
gatorade,
fly staight to the top,
you got it maid,
rhymes good for you like minute maid,
thats a-grade,
never punk out,
never back down,
never pull back,
carry your crown,
save the city scapes,
from the mask to the cape,
cuz once you caught in the clutches of the feinds,
they start to mastercate,
and obliterate,
then they spit you out,
and without a doubt,
you no longer a facotr,
went form benz to tractor,
b list actor,
i-tunes to napster,
you fall from your spot,
and here is the plot,
and you were once hot,
thats what they thought,
but now,
it's seems the tables have turned to a differen time,
not the dj tables no more,
but another kind,
the kind that makes you blind,
the kind that wastes your time,
the kind that you wait in line,
but never pull ahead,
you wish it was a thought in bed,
something like a dream,
more like a nightmare,
more than you can bare,
just be aware,
that the eyes always watching,
something like stare,it's not your begining,
rather your ending,
sipt my rhymes have you decending.