Resurrection

I stagger in the gatherin' possessed by a patter-in
 That be scatterin'
 Over the global, my vocals be travelin', unravelin' my abdomen
 It's slime that's babblin' grammatics that are masculine
 I grab the men, verbally badgering broads
 I wish that Madeline was back on video LP
 I went against all odds and got a even steven
 Proceed to read and not believin' everything I'm readin'
 But my brain was bleedin', needin' feedin', and exercise
 I didn't seek the best of buys, it's a lie to textualize
 I analyze where I rest my eyes
 And chastise the best of guys with punchlines
 I'm Nestle when it's crunch-time
 For your mind like one time
 If poetry was pussy I'd be sunshine
 Cause I deliver like the Sun-Times
 Confined in once-mines on dumb rhymes I combine
 I'm hype like I'm unsigned, my diet I un-swine
 Eating beef sometimes -- I try to cut back on that shit
 This rap shit is truly outta control
 My style is too developed to be arrested
 It's the freestyle, so now it's out on parole
 They tried to hold my soul in a holding cell so I would sell
 I bonded with a break and had enough to make bail
 A Mr. Meaner fell on his knee for the jury
 I asked No for his ID and the judge thought there was two of me
 Motion for a recess to retest my fingerprints
 They relinquished Sense, cause I was guilty in a sense
 I ride the rhythm like a Schwinn bike when in dim light
 I use insight to enlight devices hit the skin tight
 Words of wisdom wail from my windpipe, imagination's in flight
 I send light, like Ben's kite I've been bright
 Get open like on gym nights and in fights I send rights
 Don't hook with skins my friends like I spend nights up in dykes
 In spite, I've been indicted as a freak of all trades
 I got it made
 I bathe in bass lines, rinse in riffs, dry in drums
 Come from a tribe of bums hooked on Negro and mums
 Had to halt with the malt liquor
 Cause off the malt liquor, I fought niggas, now my speech and thoughts quicker
 Cruising Southside streets with no heat and no sticker
 UAC got my back and we don't get no thicker
 UAC got my back and we don't get no thicker
 UAC got my back and we don't, now check it
 I'm a ho but not a ho nigga, ain't scared of no nigga
 But it's my turn to go I gotta go
 And I'm gone with the storm