Propers

[Buddah MAC]

gone off that ****, son spark dawn when I see fit
pawn hit your queen's slit, if I'm wrong, don't aquit
ensure my sentences served, ain't invented a verb
matching my action, main attraction reaction
fathered your faction then fractured the pact son
as the satellite societies refracted in fractions
a message man missing, something amiss in this mist and
when the fog lifts then see the red on your fists friend
listen to the screaming sky, see the day through demon eyes
got the headlights beaming high, driven and it's seeming I
attract the dear to impact, still fear drowning in fact
luminesce where the dim lack, it's '06, where your limp at?
should be in US Corp office 'stead of selling their goods
urban marketed product placed everywhere but the hood
get reparations on that too, know the check past due
pass through what you last knew, role where they cast you
ain't making the theatrical, this tragedy is tactical
my padded cell still practical, as bars I'm bending back at you
I can chew adamantium into indestructable idioms
stabbing ears til they scab over and I won't pity them
for bumping the radio station, getting impatient
as my recreation's creation set to supplant nations