never grow up

i play the low end

you never know

you probably never heard of me

my hands'll never shake

it's steady hand surgery

already banished as courtesy

dmc didn't need it then i'll be mc

e-v proceeded by the b-a-b-u

a-l-c and no mothafuckin' take two

mistakes do happen and i ain't afraid to keep 'em either

add 'em with a little pain and leave 'em with the smell of reefer

a padded room with the cell receiver

odd thoughts from a rhyme that you could tell is even

i ain't tell 'em either

i did tell 'em listen

didn't tell 'em givens

but did sell the seeders

i say it like i seen repeaters

i seen 'em come and go selling out theaters

too back

peddling back they caught me dealing

better sell it in scraps and never seen a ceiling

sell a feeling for derivative exposure

i'm a think tank and driven like a no limit soldier

there is no gimmick to this closure

just a image with a fork ridden over

just a vision of the finish line

energy ascends

that is cinema within a sign

rap sitting on the bench like it's dinner time

major events

i'm getting mine