Statistically...my status now?
Stretch higher than stratus clouds,
My cyphers get you higher than cyphers.....puffing and passing out,
like SEGA...I was done with the Dream, over Cast,
like the days when I made it rain, sleet, snow with cash,
no cell....like I broke out of jail. Phony "stache",
disguised behind my head phones, owned by sony's hand,
I had to walkman, and not look back at it like Trina's CD,
I stayed true...non-commercial, I'm still "as seen on T.V."
the flashing lights can change you, that's why I wear sunshades,
I know i'm on the right roadm cause it's a one-way,
or better yet a runway, I'm flying out one day,
the only thing i'm leaving behind, is my evening disguise,
hop in this booth and and superman couldn't even defy,
i transform, past norm, and like a thief in the night,
I slip into your peripherals, and sneak up beside,
the weakest alive, these song-makers want a piece of this pie,
well these dances....won't cut it, like a geek in the line,
it's lunchtime......or better yet crunchtime, billy blanks,
i'm sicker than a ___ with ___.....fill-in blanks,
but I'll never forget where I came from, like my I.D.
even If I gotta leave bread crumbs, to remind me.
[Sharp]
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