testing testing test the mic how we sound out there hope it s on it s on somebody turn my mic on how i sound sound aight sound good out there better sound right want y all to hear this turn it up a little bit they gotta hear this gotta get this mic right gotta have the levels right feel me gotta be perfect gotta be crisp one two one two one two one two much better soundin hot now i like that testing here we go uh huh i m like guns smoke floating in the air from a murder weapon whistlin wind from shots fired off in seven realize inspire gods to throw lightening out of heaven i ll be standing over your body when the sound deadens you got loose lips but your music ain t tight i got a mean left you box with gay rights we ll tie you up to a pole so you can t take flight then pummel you to death with 108 mics weightless will never fall so end all resistance there s already way too much drama in this business the character assassin leaves no witnesses pleading innocence to the judge and the jury temporary insanity was the fuel behind my fury i threw the book at the judge and got rushed by security spent 90 days in hip hop hell and would ve still been there if inkwell didn t post bail now i m explosive corrosive like battery acid burnt plastic until this foul stench had me gaspin only aspirin could alleviate the pain and the tension from writin all my rhymes in three dimensions while all the writers only occupy a single plain of existence my imagery goes beyond simple bottles of hennessy deciphering the mysteries of history but these a r s got me feelin trapped like that movie misery time management time management nothing but time on my hands that s all i got time management my hands guided by the divine to write scriptures for my listeners it holds short attention spans prisoner this probably ain t the first greenhouse song they ever heard it s cool if they know all the beats but don t know the words but if they knowin all the words but they still don t know the title they probably downloaded it and didn t get it from my crew makin it hard for me to flourish and with this pop hip hop it s hard not to be discouraged by these mc s without identities soundin miscellaneous enter my vicinity attack is instantaneous cold and calculated my life like chess so every move i make means one piece less through self mastery i relieve stress and reinforce what it really means to be the best then i scribe lines with the energy of sex and let raps caress tracks like fat ass and breasts feelin then need to write plant the seeds of life greenhouse procreates with every song we make mc s takin my cd home to imitate my genome nine months later my seed is sown you took biting to the point that your teeth cracked i can see it in your smile you got platinum plaque but that s my style dawg i gotta have it back point blank no lie i ll make sure we handle that time management  time management nothin but time on my hands time management time nothin but time on my hands