作词 : Studio Records
作曲 : Studio Records
Never giving a reason to think what’s absolute
Time is frozen I’m wondering what’s the agenda in God’s view
The pastor’s pew Death to the abysmal Never thinking I’m one of them
Shear luck to breathe another day I don’t question fate’s intent
Life is taken fast from the innocent 
Like a chain reaction I see people’s code of ethics break under little stress
Yet my vision is not up to par give me years to perfect the skill
So there’s little judgement  My conviction is based on guess
I speak my heart’s intent Don’t question what I put together with my words these writtens 
My convictions framed in guilt
That’s my standard—strictly revolutionary
Like a guillotine on French aristocracy I mean monarchy
My rhymes focused like a monocle on fallacy like war on oil spills



That’s dissolute constitute on the rhymes absolute I spit my writtens by volume
Not full value only when I’m drinking and I only settle with that absolute




That’s that dab for you
I’m done with that talk
Them cogs in the wheel the spokes in the wheel
That’s lackadaisical
I stay posted, but not too caddy
That’s not my status Mystikal
You see I’m on the mic poetically deviant
No need to be political prejudices stay lenient
I write too different
Let me be clear with my rhymes
Pen and paper Newsworthy headlines
I’m delivering No this isn’t deliverance 
I stay with these writtens like theyre a sabbatical
I’m not a jew but these rhymes coming off the press west coast mechanical
Flow so left Swag surfing radical
Can’t touch Bob Marley eyes bloodshot wishbone mandible
Spitting off the dome jawbone mandible  and when I get in that cypher 
Crossfire friendly fire that music scene gets dire



That’s dissolute constitute on the rhymes absolute I spit my writtens by volume
Not full value only when I’m drinking and I only settle with that absolute