8.0 Percent, bent and went heavenly weed scent

Fuck this, I'm feelin' spatial, trace a...
Facial expression, back to five steps
Crept through mind, why knives kept?
Is it...paranoia, or a...secret hate?
Displaced faces, I've been so many places
This beer is tasteless, my life water
Short a, whole deck a' cards, hardly
Sane, my brain never drains 100 grain

Yes, I'm high...Yes, I'm stoned...
That's what I choose to do in my home
Alone typin', you think I do this with outside lifin'?
Nope, never...not ever, nah brah and you can suck it
Dope, clever...my lever, far parred my plan's fuck it
I hate half the people I meet, I'll greet polite
It's nice and civil, but my rage is a missle
Intercontinental
I'm rice that sizzles, my flav is a tizzle
Cinderblock-Cemental
Fuck it it's cached, the time has passed.
I'm typing this as I think and sip a drink...
Methinks from pen to ink, edge brink shit that stinks skunk
Never bunk, my flow's unkosher, toast ya whole brochure, punk

Hate to go spent, never lent my rent definitely need sense...

I'll never relent, poetry in motion when my voice's open

Get at me.