* To ease the mind I analyze between lines I vandalize   With rhymes, when I recite I hold the mic like a nine  I design like a composer  Blow you like a soldier  Vocal mind? with the smoothness, move with composure  Grab a mic n' set it like I'm wettin' su'n' with my heater  MC's get wet cuz they be sweatin my procedure  Crimes I design remove stress  Like buddah bless in the projects I choose to rep  My complex like geometry, blessed like ganja be  If I die, live niggaz gunshots'll honor me  Properly, I be droppin these lime life philosophies  Criminology, it's just a ghetto nigga prophecy  I got to be laid back, empower property  Sports cars, dogs, and a yard lots of trees  Quite possibly I might even chop a ki  'Cuz even when I chill the D's are still clockin' me  Rookies on their fours havin' wet dreams of knockin' me  See me jumpin' out the mean Lex, a street odyssey  So vex they follow me son, my policy, here to make mines  sorta like rhyme is a robbery, I take mines  There ain't a mother fucka stoppin' me   Rhymes like these, leave ya' mind at ease    (*scratching*)Just...Just...Just...Just....Just listen to the man on the mic    I'm sagittarius, the archer, live breed,   Dimes leave keys to they apartment  I snipe mc's like a marksman  Heat of a arson   And I'll freeze ya' mind like a breeze from the Arctic  Seize like the narcsters  When on stage I feel weak, you breathe out ya' nostrils  You seek enlightment you can be my disciple  Son I don't wanna be in Queens house with my boo  Stressed out because case supreme might indict you  I do what I got to do survive I've slung jums n' bottles  Touched blood money, bust guns with hollows  A man child command crowds in smooth apparel  Write quite elustrious n' live like a pharaoh  My destiny's to spread my wings like a sparrow  My pen's addicted to men who've been convicted  Every housin' projects I've repped the realness  Son I sit down with convicts, deal wit' killers, chill wit' dealers  I ain't really feelin' niggaz rhymes these days  I coincide each phrase to write so deep my line's engraved  Like a gemstar inside a plate  I'm tryin to live cuz I'mma die one day  If Crime don't pay  My currency's defined off the rhymes I say  I'mma po-et due to my respect of Bigs' assassination  I rep NYC with no kingly aspiration  My feet stand on pavement once felt by Perry Mason  'Cuz self-preservation is the first law of nature  I clutch a M-I-C while semi- squeeze  Rhymes like these, leave ya' mind at ease     (*scratching*) Just...Just...Just...Just   Listen...Just...Listen...Listen...Just...Listen to the man on the   mic...Just...Just listen...Just listen...Just...Listen to the man on the   mic...Listen...Listen...Listen to the man on the mic (*end scratch*)