Do You Want It

I just zone out when I'm writing

Yo

The w**d is lit

It's given like an indian gift

Passed around in a cipher

'Til the b***hes need pullin' tighter

Put out the fire

Blow out clouds of stress

Now's the test

Who's the first to talk crazy

You cough maybe the w**d is still in your lungs

You beat ya chest 'til that feelin' will come

You high viewin' a cipher behind your own eyes

Sayin' stupid s**t but to others you wise

Me on the other hand I zone

Find a little spot to myself

'Til I feel I'm alone

Talk to angels with black wings silver halos

Build with gabriel the messenger

I'm hugh hefner with long robes

In a p**n show women with pretty toes

The dizziest ho's

Then I turn romantic write in sanscript

I put on my vision that I see inside my pen

Black out is when I'm writing

When I'm writing

Flows go through me right into my pen

When I'm writing

It's the artist within

When I'm writing

I'm in tune with the solomon books

When I'm writing

It's more than just a song and a hook

My pen's a crayon

With coloring books displayin' chaos

The black seyance with the ink pores radared

Age quasars explorin' where the mind caves are

A riches being dug from a keys graveyard

It's the inscription written on egyptian clay jar

I write rhymes like I'm doing time

Listen when I hit the pen I start doing the sickest

I got the flow locked behind each bar

And if I get too wild

You can throw me in the box of ya car it's not that far

My pen's an airbrush thrown over ya favorite sweater

My notebook's leather I write with a feather

My pages look like a renaissance painting

Visions of st john's conquerin' satan

All made from my imagination

It's priest lord the bishop of vikings

When I'm writing

The way that I write it's like a painting

I put on aprons

And brush my ink pen across the palette

Stare at the projects

'Til I see somethin' then write about it

My pad's a canvas filled with anthems

And words from the black panthers

To crack scramblers to crack gamblers

To gat handlers to cats in handcuffs

Doin' life

I lock myself in a room and I write

Rhymes I could do a life time

When everything's relaxed

And I'm in my right mind

I sit still for months like a monk

'Til buddha bless me and grant me

With the wishes that I want

I want a thesaurus with clairvoyants

I rhyme for the enjoyment my mind voyages

Ever since the day that man evolved

Scrapin' white chalk on candy walls

From the stone age of neanderthals

I've been writing