Triubute to Sage- Life is what disrtacts you from death, gasping for breath, grabbing your chest, and look to God and ask him from left. -no ansrew- no how can i pass this test, i cant figure out the order of this bastards mess. im feeling disasterous, massive stress, it futile like you child trying to sell me bags of sess, now put that to rest, im sporting rags when i dress, why you mad obsess with tommy hill, polo and guess. guess i liked it best when rap was a bragging contest, now you gotta sound like this just to sell records that posses, ive blasted the best, fast like the wild west, and had intercourse with the bullet holes in your chest, Violated mother earth, grabbed her back and chest and father time got ticked off that beast tried to set the rest. me im ridden on E i got no gas left i had to walk my way home but i forgot the adress, once i got their i had no access to my house, mom changed the locks cause my bad as* mouth, my bad ass mouth i aint one to hold back i know my jet white for some reason my soul lacks so black, as your girls the fact no the chick is so wack she gave my spirit a disease called the soooouul claap, just that chick when she smookes crack you don’t beleive me, look here i got the kodak moment opponents sorta react like when i go to give a pound and your throw back now you know that everyman is listening, change your hand positioning, it makes no sense a satanic christening.