I stay higher than racial tension, with a facial expression,
Tensed up like I'm suffering from a case of nasal congestion,
Eyes hazel complexion, beige, age still in question,
Critics hate my tape, kids can't wait for the next one,
As long as there's rejects, my tape never ejects the deck,
That's the level of respect each CD gets,
While ya'll graspin at straws like me snorting crushed aspirin,
And ghasping at air and collapsing in malls,
I'm just a realistic impression of artistic expression,
Who's tape was in the deck when kids shot up the delicatessen,
So when I launch a verse -full of controvers-It'll haunt you worse than Mase before he joined a church,
I'm sorry kids I dismissed this class,
I'm going back in the broom closet to sniff this gas,
Mr. Mathers just missed the bathroom,
Pissed his pants and the world still kissed his ass,
Cuz this is my last album 'cause this is my last Valium
Just pick my ass up when I pass out in the bathroom
If ya'll don't like the shit that you're hearing,
Just blow me til you lips get to smearing,
And I can see my dick disappearing.
I dunno if this has been posted before, maybe- maybe not-
at any rate, i heard the freestyle and I was like WHOA. Kind of creepy considerin' this freestyle occurred before he had his near death experience.
peace!
