BACK AT IT AGAIN....WHERES MY MIC...BRUSH IT OFF.....LET ME PUT THE PEN DOWN......LISTEN.....

iights so
here we go again
hip hop#4 with your man
king goober, yep, im back at it again
like a flirt to a jock
or a key to a lock
im hold tight to hip hop
and i could never stop
or be stopped
cause when i spit
and im in the zone of the mist
i feel like i can do anything
even fly if God willing
to let me be lifted
in the air, now im flying high like a griffen
cause im mythical, my rhymes are lyrically spirtual
it makes you move your head to my beats
and your feets be tapping
like pebbles in the streets
and im me, just me, no one else but me
could do what i do, im individually
being cocky and being humble
yes i know when to cork it
explore it like dora, these gumps get forrest
get in the car and floor it
wreck these dummies
no seat belts, impact felt
hip hop hit me hard
i hit back, sent it far
cause i go far-ther
then any nig-ger
sorry for my words
didnt mean to curse
but fuck it
i've done worse
i've massicured beats
and slayed dragons heat
from the streets to the stage
they say its fire i breathe
its fire i see
when im flowing like the ocean
overflowing the amp now its buzzing from my movtive
my motive to spit till i hit my maximum
and that will never happen
cause im loopy in my cranium
and i aks these niggas what they think
and they say damn man we hating him
im like damn man im thanking them
im so sick
naw ill, naw diseased
naw cancer filled
aids in my lungs
i give off nasty spills
when i spit in the doctors office
he say don't quit the coughing
cough up what you got to say
and watch all these niggas start talking
i don't need the bill
im a patient till my heart quit
and when it stops and i drop, and the beep of the moniter stops
hip hop will flip flop and find the next prophisised
but this will only happen when i die
im the reaper
im already dead to human eyes
and the lies that spit out of fakes mouths
like wallets and flys
go by me like yo and i say hi-
hater, and nothing is more greater
than me when i shake the equator
and the rictor scale mountfunctions
cause my bass is bumping
and im thumping like thumper
tell bambi get out my way
cause im thumping like a jumper
cables on my ears
and im humming like a hummer
no homo not that hummer
the reaper never gets slumber
my spit is sleepless and i got every dudes number
he think he hardcore
he get planked like lumber
whipped like custard
burnt like rubber
crossed like dutchers
and mossed like others
and confess like usher
he's a bitch like his mother
and im the only glue
that keeps hip hop together

im out........

*I ALWAYS THANK HIP HOP, IT KEEPS ME FOCUSED*