Therapy

To ease the mind I analyze between lines I vandalize

With rhymes, when I recite I hold the mic like a nine

I design like a composer

Blow you like a soldier

Vocal mind? With the smoothness, move with composure

Grab a mic n' set it like I'm wettin' suing with my heater

Emcees get wet 'cause they be sweatin' my procedure

Crimes I design remove stress

Like Buddha bless in the projects I choose to rep

My complex like geometry, blessed like ganja be

If I die, live niggaz gunshots'll honor me

Properly, I be droppin these lime life philosophies

Criminology, it's just a ghetto nigga prophecy

I got to be laid back, empower property

Sports cars, dogs, and a yard lots of trees

Quite possibly I might even chop a ki

'Cause even when I chill the D's are still clockin' me

Rookies on their fours havin' wet dreams of knockin' me

See me jumpin' out the mean Lex, a street odyssey

So vex they follow me son, my policy, here to make mines

Sorta like rhyme is a robbery, I take mines

There ain't a mother fucka stoppin' me

Rhymes like these, leave ya' mind at ease

Just, just, just, just, just listen to the man on the mic

I'm Sagittarius, the archer, live breed,

Dimes leave keys to they apartment

I snipe emcees like a marksman

Heat of a arson

And I'll freeze ya' mind like a breeze from the Arctic

Seize like the narcsters

When on stage I feel weak, you breathe out ya' nostrils

You seek enlightenment you can be my disciple

Son I don't want to be in Queens house with my boo

Stressed out because case supreme might indict you

I do what I got to do survive I've slung jums n' bottles

Touched blood money, bust guns with hollows

A man child command crowds in smooth apparel

Write quite elustrious n' live like a pharaoh

My destiny's to spread my wings like a sparrow

My pen's addicted to men who've been convicted

Every housin' projects I've repped the realness

Son I sit down with convicts, deal wit' killers, chill wit' dealers

I ain't really feelin' niggaz rhymes these days

I coincide each phrase to write so deep my line's engraved

Like a gemstar inside a plate

I'm tryin' to live 'cause I'ma die one day

If Crime don't pay

My currency's defined off the rhymes I say

I'ma po-et due to my respect of Bigs' assassination

I rep N-Y-C with no kingly aspiration

My feet stand on pavement once felt by Perry Mason

'Cause self-preservation is the first law of nature

I clutch a M-I-see while semi- squeeze

Rhymes like these, leave ya' mind at ease

Just, just, just, just

Listen, just listen, listen, just listen to the man on the

Mic, just, just listen, just listen, just listen to the man on the

Mic, listen, listen, listen to the man on the mic