(kevin spacey, K-PAX)
i will miss earth, it has great potential


i've got that kind of style that'll ruin your whole day
so monkey proceed, please pursue it with no shame
or reckon, movin through 24 frames per second, spit the truth
whose the best, isn't you, human flesh, rippin through
breast to cuticle as I nest in the booth, perfecting the flukes
though i was never a cannibal, the cleverest animal
professedly a fan of tool, the pestilence damage you
protecting my mandible in this mic profession and cipher sessions
with the right aggression, to be mentioned intangible
standing tall, as i piss off the edge of the earth
never gonna be an album like mackey's for better or worse
so conducive, from the abdominal i spew shit
make your head grove as involuntary movment
with michael jackson i commandeer the smooth shit
oh you didn't know? you're still a queer for askin'
the fearless captain, talking fake rhymes
and still i make mine and walk the bassline with the likes of eric clapton
and embarass the has been's and careless rap heads, i fare the vast winds
till competitor's burst.......

measure the girth of the professor of works
complexity condensed though the sentence is short
in all honesty it isn't fun to see your life plummet in each way
can't find the record cos its double with msp for 500 on ebay...yeah...yeah

catch up to lou? nah, that's near impossible
cos i'm fresh from a hundred years of solitude
so heres the topical, on my path to progression, sucker
i cleared the obstacles