Message Behind the Beat

i see you listening to my voice but your not hearing the words i'm saying

come a little closer to these meanings and you'll realize my verbs are slaying

every fucking subject and predicate but my sentences have no deficit

you see there's powder on my bars, but my my lyrics can't grasp the literate

every metaphor and lick of wordplay is tasteless to those who read them

but those ridiculous rhymes you recognize as rivers, my lyrics freeze them

i'll have you running your fingers along my words like your in the labyrinth

trying to find the key to my meanings but not one damn locksmith has them

but it's all good it's alright, you know if i could then ill write

a fucking understandable verse that doesn't put ya brain in reverse

and runs me insane when I rehearse

like I've came back from dead, got shot in head and put back my hearse