"He'welcome to earth, disperse verses on tha'topics-at-hand,
problematic to search, when even hurt will topple ya'plans,
what'chu know ‘bout to-eat-you-need-to, return bottles-&-cans?
my herbs-gone-&-doesn’t-last, and my blunts sidetrack,
got a problem w/drugs-so i stuff'em in each Dutch i crack,
the trucks i pack? ..got a problem w/that-too,
to grab-loot shouldn't mean it keeps me in a bad-mood,
hate my state & can't move-phat-Cluse-cuz i keep eating fast-food,
bag-dues-are-bad-news, they keep killin'my wallet,
got a ****in'problem, doubt i'll be able ta'solve-it,
gotta'problem-i'll-call-it, i keep creating my problems,
head first into empty wishing wells with dry bottoms,
times-tockin', and tickin', rhymed talk as a diction,
problem with my writer's block is it's blockin'my vision,
my 2 trains of thought bout to wreck & i can't stop tha'collision,
i'm always tryin'ta move what's locked in position & can't,
gotta'problem of thinkin'of hot sh!t to spit when i rap,
selfish, i live for this rap-sh!t & don't live for tha'planet,
got a problem takin'the advice that i give to the masses,
hidden yet brandished, cloaked out in tha'open,
can't distinguish what's fact from what's openly bogus,
aint got any dough, so you know i'm not tote-ing these toasters,
so if kats decide to clap i'll die & life'll throw-me-over,
to tha'darkside, my problem is my heart-lies to my head,
my mind & my stress,
hardly hard ta'find, they're not disguised in my text..

þetta er mitt supercilous ego!!!

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