I sip whiskey watching the nightfall
and I feel everything good isn’t real
everything real is in my mind
everything mine is for you
my lies coming true
my color is blue when she tells me
your like every other guy here in Philly?
I get high cause’ reality don’t thrill me
and if you hit me then your gonna have to kill me

So remember when you’re around
I’ll get you and see you on the long way down

I keep a microphone in my hand sewn
I repeat I’ll try not to throw you off beat
I’ll try as I keep you in time
I smoke lots of dimes I abuse to rhyme and confuse
I hope I didn’t lose you for a minute
let me take your snare drum and show you how to hit it
why don’t you take this record and I’ll tell you when to spin it
offer me the world and you know I’m gonna get it
u know im gonna get what’s mine, in due time
locally labeled the "King of Rhyme"
so sit back when im feeling fine
cause every now & then I be a smoking kind
I hold my mic up to the sun because it helps me shine
making lyrics hard to find, when there nice like mine
keep my beats in line since forever,
come together, smoke whatever, so remember