[m. sayyid]      Watch the ball   Watch the way I climb around your hall   walkin up walls   sideways then i stall   Throw the web on you all   Back up with a u-haul   Wreck your rep like eddie on an la strip with rupaul   Yeah you got the gall   A bitch in a shawl rockin the mall   Poppin pussy knockin   He's on brawl talkin about   he got a crazy benz   poutin, fussin every second   Where's the atm's   When you peep at my shit it's like a wavy lens   Don't secondary y'all   Do what i bake for the fate   Two shakes of scary spice and I'm off with the cake   on a rack for the track   Let it cool off, then bleah   Your whole crew want a snack after they nap   runnin up on me   but i told y'all kids   that's for the company   My symphonic monopoly   Philosophy sloppily   etchin notes awkwardly      Quarter to three   Glass amp with a gas lamp   White wig slang wolfgang   English chamber orchestratin' a deadly banger   Cliffhanger   the stranger with anger   Prospect park the strangler   You couldn't catch me in the swamps   with six navigators, alligators, maps and calibrators   Yo priest throw the shit that keeps em on their toes like ballerinas      It's the return      [priest]      It's the return to the prime time   That's your debt   you get pet   Expect to set epithets   epiliptic elipses   my thought eclipses   lapses in your fractal jelly jar   czar dictator      Often immitated and hated by many   Judge me by my flows   Judge me by my foes   enclosed foes   Judge me by the fact on a track   I reenact a fact that is only known    in an intimate zone with a mic home at night   Tight poems, I'm known to write triflin' poems   on homes of grown kids with blown wigs      They live in crypts and sleep under stairs on chairs   three cheers, hp lives like plants   Get your dance on, put your fake eyes on   Try on krylon   My songs sing about the freedom of my people   new balance sneaker fever   thunder reciever   On to the three is hp      It's the return