I brought you in no fear of agony a fifth of hennesy a block noose, waitin tradgedy belived in fate free will was the illusion stone cold something stiff rigor neck contusion that's a bruisin' wrist cuts never choosin spit blood in the mud my face cowled in delusion that's it a long road from the worry and the grief held chief the belief there could never be a better me but there's a better me fuck there better be I didn't rise from this gut wrench for a fuckin' C I didnt rise from this gut wrench for average I didnt kill the old kid on just a bad trip I didn't stop acting for years on just a waste of time I didn't blow off my friends to never change your mind but it's never worth it if it isnt hard this match was always perfect but i was caught off gaurd it's never taught to us when we're kids if there is joy there is sorrow and that's some truthfull shit I broke barriers wherever I could but shone stress and vexxing hexes call this lady a pud call this woman a fool and empty shells in the flesh this empty shell sizzles cool and still the scalding is fresh studying thesauruses to make her proud. i saw her bloodied in the forest with no one around except me. and her knife sheathed. rage cured my pain and agony it melts away inside of me the warmt of her embrace the complexities of monotony I regret what I said I didn't know my place I was young and so foolish to spit into her face this blood pact that I share with the pen this heart racked with the choices that my hands will defend and my voice is a monster and my words are the blades and her life is my essence I can never abstain the cold broth and talk soft is over and I'm over it truth is all I want to speak a moment as a soloist this woman she has scorned me as I've scorned her as well but she keeps my soul warm and that's a thing you cant sell for she is art beauty essence and the reason for heart and anyone who fell with her are always caught off gaurd

born in november but I'll never be falling I wanna keep my shit blunt like I'm asher or donald I know it, I'm kinda mediocre im good at nerd poker I need a pole smoker feelin lonely night toker my soul is old like the magazines at the doctors Still can bust a phat rap and jock your fucking stockins Soul flow cuz i can feel it in my gut cold homey like the shit I ate for lunch working like i'm fuckin normal but damn I know I'm meant to be immortal Yeah I get I'm cockier than ron J but I spit it and fuck beats with a rap play Its that Deep Talker, Fly folk So Creep on your girl my head is radio So weird I should be worshipped by hipsters But on my vintage mischief shit lyrical twister Silence at most of the social gathering take that liquid courage and my tongue it starts waggering you catch me into my style rapping to funk beats welcome the the deep mothefucker I'm on top of things and a slick dancer I'll keep my enigine runnin up untill I get cancer My sole motive is potent raps with a new sound my wish is you all feelin it when I throw down but you cant pleased em all I never needed to, I do need alcohol To cut loose and cope with all this conflict an hopefully keep a conscience I wanna make my decisions based on a level ground But only know the voices in my head Look, its tyler B, you know we lov im now but would you really give a fuck if I was dead I wanna crawl in a corner and sit in solitude but my actions ar catastophic in magnitude I always seem to have a part in something fucking up I kinda think it might be me thats ruining us But I'm only who I am I do the best I can and hopefully be a man or something close to it but lord knows I wont be a regular poster kid MElatonin for the days that are too long brain function ceases when I'm reaching for that bong So, that wy I rarely do it, its cuz its not for me I'm only barely through it, my young hypocracy I talk a lot about my thoughts in conflict I hate the way I think but yet I think I'm the bomb shit my palm slipped off the gun, I guess its god's god gift but I'm not sure I believe so, I cant find it The meaning of all the talking and all the wishing the ceasing of all my limbs lost in the mission Should I do good or bad? what of the gray parts DOnt wanna be a dad, But I need some heart I could call ma-ti but I don't think he'd pick up cuz even he dont wanna cheapen his speakas uh I guess the fire is enough for me Write music till my brain numbs, finally free Im unnamed and Untamed and so crazed I cant even describe myself in one way I'm pretty the bold nature of entertainment might very well leave me dead and hanging But as long as Im alive, I can only hope there's a reason and when I finally die I'm holding out for next season

I'm agnostic just like winger may as well call me a laziest Slurpin' dr. P still more committed than a crazy bitch Not reppin shit like cannibis, I'm sick, baby just ask the kids Who bump my music, screamin fuck the money! With a herpe dick Clear into dpoeness, always messin with em, But like a dumbbell I'm always repping with em Sybliminal mind play yo, phychic like doc strange oh, I guess I'm too tame to make it in the rap game Shit... I wish I'd known fron the start I wouldn't stress on the beat, no point perfecting the art But on the real the stress got the best my besty friend He's thinking he's better just quitting, givin up on the mic stand Damn, and after years he spent perfecting his craft Becoming one of the last men to mean what raps And its a shame how the good ones never get a lick of fame and end up faded and jaded, man, damn what a shame This poetry provoking me my rhymes they lack in subtlety I keep it fresh like summer's eve Spittin spackle poetry This poetry provoking me my rhymes they lack in subtlety But stay the course, best the heat cuz poetry is what they need Feelin world-weary, from writing all this poetry Dark mind find the edgar allen poe in me No sympathy, not for the wicked No rest I guess I'll sleep when I kick it This is simple shit and dawg I'm just amnipulating Rackin brain like frankenstein my memories are contemplating This business, this bullshit, Can't find the art, because the industy is sickened Now rap is dying and the haters won't admit to it But most the rappers out there suck more dick than kim kardashian, The game needs a change, but just a little fix Like a leader of the pack who spits good shit. Not that bullshit, not the honey shit Not the stupids shit and no, not the money shit Cuz there's do much that you can say with just your word and a beat, repping american poetry, mc deep