There's not a lot on my plate for me to do everyday//
I got my music, got my weed, got my drink and I'm okay//
I got my beats, got my pen, got my sheet, press play//
On the Windows Media Player, then think of words to say//
Drop bombs, every track's a weapon//
Don't be alarmed, but it is time to get to steppin'//
It is my time to shine, it is my lines that rhyme//
It is my mind that's blind to all the crimes and the lies//
And the times that I've tried multiplied by those rhymes//
All those lines in my mind it's like I'm hypnotized//
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