Don't give me some of that shit I was just relaxin', I was ok, k, k
I was feelin' only fractions of a distraction I was ok, ok, ok
Don't give me some of that shit,
Don't give me some of that spit, nah, nah...
Countdown to counteraction, now you're left with fractions.
Can't you just wait, wait, wait...

Still
Still style, a standard method teaching me the tricks of the trade.
Confession: looks like there's a fork in the road.
Suggestion: Put the paper presidents down before they run you and your mouth's perception


Truth, there's the truth, there's the truth, there's the truth...

Don't give me some of that shit I was just relaxin', I was ok, k, k
I was feelin' only fractions of a distraction I was ok, ok, ok
Don't give me some of that shit,
Don't give me some of that spit, nah, nah...
Countdown to counteraction, now you're left with fractions.
Can't you just wait, wait, wait...

I find it hard to believe that in be-between parenthesis a person and a signature mean one thing. I'm not bound to anything.
Especially a place, especially a time, especially a numerator / denominator. Fine. Oh. Ok. A fraction is fine.

Still
Still style, a standard method waiting for the floor to catch up to me.
Listening, listening: 2-D words like deadlines
strip search my right hand that holds the mic and my pride's...
truth... there's the truth, there's the truth, there's the truth
there's the truth, there's the truth, there's the truth, there's the truth...

Don't give me some of that shit I was just relaxin', I was ok, k, k
I was feelin' only fractions of a distraction I was ok, ok, ok
Don't give me some of that shit,
Don't give me some of that spit, nah, nah...
Countdown to counteraction, now you're left with fractions.
Can't you just wait, wait, wait...
Wait, wait...
The fist flies, the face feels, a fraction of my minds, contention, the fists fly, they follow close behind the reason, the fists fly, the fists fly, chaos helps the image, the fist flew, I'm finished