B.F.Y.G

I'm taking a nap when I be writing these raps.

Typing in caps' I'M YELLING FOR TRAPS.

I'm asleep at the wheel but I fine.

The peak of the pill is with me in real time.

There's no map; I'm heading for Battlefield for meal time.

I'm splitting atoms in the mind for the divine.

And I'm incline to rhyme when the mind be rewritten with captions with a prescription for actions.

Factions are leading the masses with mass distractions.

I'll be Tas speeding up the refractions.

You'll be passed cheating rut with no satisfactions.

No deeds you done.

You toke no action.

I booked it then hooked went running for the fructose.

The sweet inner nook-ness but I only found the profound in my sleep after I toke this drug.

I was a sheep before I went to sleep and woke up then began to look at stuff with my own hand.

Now, I'm standing on my own T.O.E like a man with a new outlook and stuff.

You'll die asking questions.

I'll cry knowing the answers.

For all co-dancers 'this is it' this is the best feeling you get.