...day-one dancing is what I called the seed I dropped in the soil
picked up and turned into the wu'tang dance, psy' op' for my soil
I exorcise and build patients 'cause my patience been lost is all
or-else been on-deck when fillies not feeling me, it costs you'z all
my god told me 12 o'clock lived in kenso', after '05 o'clock?
too close to the truth, so the clock was stopped in portland with murdock?
who can make sense of it other than I, nobody else, oh well
as I pick up a cent, fillies knows ain't pick up my scent though, mail
to me the decimals, my ransome notes been each thread interwove
I learned crochet from grammah sylvia, seen these guests interlope
the pandora's box featured guests been chali con and jaquar wright
I think that album's trash, but what I know's the grind's to tax all dice
lucyfer said something 'bout "in the smallest way" so genuflect
to atom, that's been adam, two thousand six lucy's sess pool lips
to a bow-tie, and a bomb pushed and shoved to take his tonsils out
the cov'i.d. '19 has y'all running on my time, your time runs out...