i just zone out when i m writing yo the weed is lit it s given like an indian gift passed around in a cipher til the bitches need pullin tighter put out the fire blow out clouds of stress now s the test who s the first to talk crazy you cough maybe the weed is still in your lungs you beat ya chest til that feelin will come you high viewin a cipher behind your own eyes sayin stupid shit but to others you wise me on the other hand i zone find a little spot to myself til i feel i m alone talk to angels with black wings silver halos build with gabriel the messenger i m hugh hefner with long robes in a porn show women with pretty toes the dizziest ho s then i turn romantic write in sanscript i put on my vision that i see inside my pen black out is when i m writing when i m writing flows go through me right into my pen when i m writing it s the artist within when i m writing i m in tune with the solomon books when i m writing it s more than just a song and a hook my pen s a crayon with coloring books displayin chaos the black seyance with the ink pores radared age quasars explorin where the mind caves are a riches being dug from a king s graveyard it s the inscription written on egyptian clay jar i write rhymes like i m doing time listen when i hit the pen i start doing the sickest i got the flow locked behind each bar and if i get too wild you can throw me in the box of ya car it s not that far my pen s an airbrush thrown over ya favorite sweater my notebook s leather i write with a feather my pages look like a renaissance painting visions of st john s conquerin satan all made from my imagination it s priest lord the bishop of vikings when i m writing  the way that i write it s like a painting i put on aprons and brush my ink pen across the palette stare at the projects til i see somethin then write about it my pad s a canvas filled with anthems and words from the black panthers to crack scramblers to crack gamblers to gat handlers to cats in handcuffs doin life i lock myself in a room and i write rhymes i could do a life time when everything s relaxed and i m in my right mind i sit still for months like a monk til buddha bless me and grant me with the wishes that i want i want a thesaurus with clairvoyants i rhyme for the enjoyment my mind voyages ever since the day that man evolved scrapin white chalk on candy walls from the stone age of neanderthals i ve been writing 