I Know I'm An Emotionally Disturbed



Person



People Think I'm Talkin' To Myself



When I'm



Rehearsin' On The Rhyme. A Mass



Productionist



A Mass Production Matador Pan It



More To



The Left There You Go. Minimize The



Synthe Sizer Wiser When I Wind Up For



The Pitch But I Don't Pitch A Bitch



'cause



Sales Get Derailed And Towed An



Abundance



Of Cash. Damn I Let It Go. He Was My Man.



I Tried To Trust Him, But I Busted Him



Twice



In My Trash Can And I'm Askin'. I Don't



Need



Psychology To See, The Dichotomy In



Me.



Knew Something Was Fishy, But I'm



Better Than



Wishy Washy Or Topsy Turvy. It Kinda



Irked



Me That I Caught Him Sleepin'



'cause I Try



To Be Wide Awake, But Ye Slows It



Down



So I Can't Dilate And Show That I'm



Bigger



Than That. But I Also Have To Consider



The Fact That Opposed To Him Not



Being



The Right Peeper, I'm A Light Sleeper




So What Does It Mean When I Reach



Maturity



And Still See That I'm Not The Mayor Of



My



Mayonnaise, The Master Of My Milieu.



At Least I Have A Swing And A Few



Things



On My Mind, It's Never A Good Nighty



Night



Just A Rise 'n' Shine. Why's The Rhyme



So Important. Why Do I Have To Be So



Potent And Blow The Mic A Flow



Without



Chokin' - I Don't. I'm Arrogant And



Outspoken



Mouth No Token I'm Just A Roust About.



I Have A House And Clout But I Don't



Come Tight



But It's Routine Since Few Fiend For True



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