powers of beyond

i gotta get high so i can spit fly rap shit

quick on the mic and the trigger

people keep telling me i cant get no bigger

but its mainly my thoughts

and i wonder if i shouldnt be doing this sometimes

instead of working im workin on my book of rhymes

started off smaller now its getting

i felt the weed fade like how usually does at the end of the day

and all i wanted to do was come out and play

like wolvie cause im ruff and tuff like a wolf

wild like life cool flow refreshing like water

smoke plants to get higher than the atmopshere

travel to a world way the fuck far away from here

leaving nothing but tears behind ever foot further away

clears my mind even more yet i still grow bigger

like world war hulk day to day floating through space in

exile i make enemys seem like piles of dead bodies

are surrounding them and me and they know its

cause i murder when i hear the beat

decapitating and extrapiloting the abilities of my competitor

i guess you can call me sylar now

i only know how to spit illy

like my heroes of rap i scrap like a star destroyer

make cream off loser voyagers

crazy like beastie boys or redman

selling cans of whoop ass on the street corners

coroner on speed dial alanis morisette in my head phones

keeping me on that level of lets go

lets go