Its no secret i flow like river water/
drink liquor till my livers slaughtered/
in this time of harvest im intrigued by my dark sense/
stubborn and sarcastic bar finatic/
far from average hard and at it/
guard your cactus pricks on the loose chick get a clue/
all i do is rhyme i prolly look crazy/
talkin to myself walkin down the street daily/
you cant play me like broke ukealalies/
you can play wii but you cant play me/
im on a ciggarette machine right now/
packin out cigars fuccin with your lifestyle/
my primary job is to manufacture death/
so in retrospect im the reaper in the flesh/
reap the benifits of eatin niggas flesh/
cannibal tyranesaures rex/
grammatically a mess when i type too quick to spell check/
look at competition like who the hells next?/
it would be super dope to work on the blog but work is the focus right now...which sucks because ever since autumn has came the creative juices have been juicy and i find myself bringing my work to work everyday now.
next vacation i take, imma lock myself in the studio the whole damn time dammit..haha
robert deniro was right tough......the working man isnt the succa, the working man is the illest. trust me, it takes incredible skill to balance work,passions,relationships and fam bam.
believe me......i try my darndest
~mae@work~ originally typed at 11;37 am
