Let me protude, persue to the point-of-my-verse/
A prelude and a tune, to annointing-my-thirst/
I got a hankerin' for spankin' and rubbin' upon-the-best/
A poet so you know-it, I flow-it but sonnet-less/
Immaculent when rappin' it, flame-deliveries/
We all share the hope, retained-through-chivalry/
Sustained-by-inner-pleas, of subduing-routine/
Cuz the water starts to bubble when its you-and-a-dream/
A soul-what-this-mans-missin', 'till i'm sick-in-the-brain/
A smolderin'-ambition, from a flickering-flame/
'Till it burns like a fire, that is outta-control/
Determined and inspired, but how-do-ya-know?/
Cuz I do what I do, just to rake-in-the-scores/
A window of opportunity, I make-it-a-door/
So smile with your style, while you flowin'-pretend/
Fuck "the whole 9 yards" yo, i'm goin-the-ten...
