Live from Fort Wayne


it's that sick cat, he's at it again
live from Fort Wayne with a vat of a pen

Pull the pin and throw blow a rotator cuff
frozen in the throes of death, and the flow ate it up
so make enough scratch for Theodore's happiness
find the apathetic and smack them with an activist
what happens is an act of bliss mixed with fresh beats
and writing raps for you to repeat 'til next week
it gets deep then the puddle is drained
I make love to beats with words, no hustling game
I'm just hoping to craft something getting up in your veins
a side dish of head nod with constructive refrains
no puppets arranged, or bucket of cain, stuck in the same
find extension cords bring a Kirby Pucket of pain
my truck is the aim...satisfied when the vibe is fat
find your ears baptized by tribes of rap
stay moving, man there's no time to slack
parade bruises, minimum my mind's Iraq

it's that sick cat, he's at it again
live from Fort Wayne with a vat of a pen

at times I lack tact but I can't disguise truth
especially when the world's a place where all your lies ooze
I hurt feelings, but it's not like i try to
honestly, my empathy level is minute
why do...I even try to explain myself
i don't understand your reasoning, you need a bit of seasoning
you're not fly, here's a scrap of a beetle wing
you can't draw prints, don't try to see the king
singing disease and things, treason clings
those diamonds are on loan Visa'd bling
got my ego inflated, better see the shrink
when it boils down, i'm an evil thing
I'm Moises Alou in a game of pea knuckle
you're not going to win, so I'm showing a grin
beats couple with my voice to make a faster masterpiece
I drop a new tape dastardly to go and fracture half the streets

it's that sick cat, he's at it again
live from Fort Wayne with a vat of a pen

now all the sudden all the little ones are asking me
was that you in the paper, why were you in it?
I just smile and am thankful kindergarteners can't read yet
I'm Sankofa, Mister B the seasoned vet
with a heart so cold, the mic can freeze to death
and this rap thing's a way for me to ease some stress
find me breathing demon breath upon your team's cadets
A N K O F A but it needs the S
he's seems adept at making sense of it, these cats are sensitive
emoting effortless they're moping over comatose and pessimist
make up the first half envelope the rest of it
some tend to grope the messages, folks hope to fetch a bit
slow mo the premise slipped slick off of the slip mat
punch up 911