For the filthy mineral deposits in the lower left section of my thoughts,
I put myself on a pedestal and piss on you
Yo Yas... Bobby... Axel...
Every lyric's a spirit trapped in a mic leaving it haunted
So I drop it like my last breath left depended on it
You can trap me in a sound proof vocal booth or record me
I'm sicker than Aids patients that are involved in an orgy
I make you nervous
I was put on this planet for one purpose
To punish any man who walks on the earth's surface
A dangerous wordsmith prayin' for you to stop me
I can face the world like Kadafe, watch me
Yas and Bobby combination like fire and ice
I can have one time and send you back to your past life
Possessed by poltergeist, half ghost, half man
We keep this classic like KRS-One's battle with Shan
(chorus)
This is my world, my life just let me live it
This is my name, my time, sky's the limit
Ha, abracadabra, I wanna reach out and grab ya
They all fall down trying to climb Jakobz Ladder
This is my world, my life just let me live it
This is my name, my time, sky's the limit
Ha, abracadabra, I wanna reach out and grab ya
They all fall down trying to climb Jakobz Ladder
Eating so many psychotropics Mr. Hopeless sees flesh
Put a load in em ush into my face and tease death
Manic, depressive, depressed and I'm manic
Never been called a devil, and I'm really Satanic
Multiple personalities in different blooms
Semi-conscious half-naked sluts in feared rooms
Try em all on through percaset in the coke
After the weapon has smoked, digging the comp for the dope
Pushed the 318 TI and a dip CI to Vegas
Like a once whore then a pharmaceutical hiatus
Hit us all day, gun shots in the hallway
Life's a fucking bag, my afternoons are all dog days
Grip still, save me up in this love in merely
We're ok, after a long day of clubbin sills
Nothing feels like reality this ain't helping
Called bush wick Bill and which eye should I
