[Mr. J]

Pickpockets and give you my top ten.
Folks always want'n drama when I pop in.
The process ends when I drop pens...
Lose oxygen trying to catch up, y'all threats?
Asthma kicking all up on y'all chests.
What then? Ya patterns pitter patter in.
Ya wind pipe collapsing, you lack the wind.
Looking for revival with ya red jacket..shiiit.
Don't matter the jibber jabber, bigger badder shit.
How elaborately exaggerated in excess, that it?
I shatter matter into a distant Galaxy improve the pattern.
Your heartbeat pitter patter in, pity for the bantering.
Why did I pick this pattern? I'm glad that you asked my friend.
From my gatherings and analysis on galactic wind.
This weed that came wrapped in golden packaging...
May take me to another dimension, so on and so on..
Everyone look at you like nah, nah, go on, go.....on...
Crystallized magic wrapped in the golden ticket.
Got ya mind like Bambi's mom in the open thicket.
I roast depictions while eating a roast in kitchens.
Ya sink got broken dishes over broken dreams, broken wishes
This ain't ya award I just broke in with it.
I poke in to kick it watching you polka in this bitch
Like "is that the route we have to go with this?"
I'm a ventilated room without a shred of vanity
Ya continue the opposite route carrying ya sanity.
What was happening.. ? Oh yeah. This is happening.
The walls were collapsing in, boundaries backed me in.
Distributed laxatives that got the same shit happening when you have a piss.
You better....pack it in, get lost and never come back again.
You not the shit you claim to be, you just passing wind.
What was happening...? Oh yeah...this was happening