Vexed Mind

*As The Wind Rushes In.. You Hear A Man Writing And With The Next Breeze I Come In*

So As I Step Into The World Of Mans Creation
Wind Flowing Through My Fingertips Like Van Stations
Even Haters Admit To Saying Hes Damn Amazing
To The Others Leave Them Burning Upright Stand And Blazin
Its A Well Known Fact Vex Got A Problem With Drinks
Outraging MC's But Its Simply Salam When I Preach
To Each Wack Artists Do Us A Favor Put A Bomb In Ya Sink
Stay Holdin On Your Outdated Lyrics Like You Fond Of Antiques
Listen Bitch Nice Guys Last So She Really Deserve A Man That Beat Her
Leave You Oblivious To Most And A Forgotten Disaster Like Hurricane Katrina
Dude Like A Surfer With Rad Wits Like Mike Jones Lookin For A Bad Bitch
Erase Your Other Thoughts Vex Creepin Up Top 5 DOA Like Slept On Draft Picks
Weekends I'm In A Drunken Frenzy Used To Hearing "Wrong Cypher Vex"
So Homie Watch Ya Roll Vex Stay Droppin Bombs Like Al-Queda Threats
Cooldown Time As I Start To Feel The Sunrising I'm Dumb Minding
So If You Approach Me As I'm Standin In The Wind Its Wrong Timing

I Just

Feel The Breeze Up Against My Body
Feel The Breeze Holding God Beside Me
Feel The Breeze Without Any Care At All
Feel The Breeze Knowing Theres Always A Chance To Fall

Social Life Just A Bunch Of Philosphys Of Hypocracys
I Try To Have A Word Edgewise But I'm Shunned Like Socrates
Nature Giving Me An Outlook On Life Never Brought Out In Me
Tranquility Senses Bursting Through My Veins Like Greek Sodomy
As The Pen Scratches The Paper The Ink Transfers Interveniously
Straight Through My Veins And Makes My Brain Think Obscenely
My Writing Directly Body And Soul Now You See What It Means To Me
So I Warn Ongoers To Step Away I Protect My Scriptures Fiendishly
And Speaking On That I Need Another Hit So Insert Lead In My Pencil
Einstein Of Rap Graphing Every Line Like I Was Wed To A Stencil
Slow Murmurs Of Life Escaping My Lungs As I Exhale Sounding Like A Wookie
Glad I Didn't Take Advice From Others Then I Would Be Dead As I Should Be
And As The Wind Turns Up A Notch I Soon Find Out Life Is Escaping
My Mind Is Just Racing Did I Put Down All My Ideaologys That I Been Facing
Moms Saying Stop Writing! Your Intelligence You're Wasting!
With That The Weather Changes Thunderstorms Overhead I Continue Tainting

I Just

Feel The Breeze Up Against My Body
Feel The Breeze Holding God Beside Me
Feel The Breeze Without Any Care At All
Feel The Breeze Knowing Theres Always A Chance To Fall