This one is rough around the Edges..crispy.

T-minus five, blast off the shuttle cocks
Zoom past the skies
Realize, he went from zero to hero
He flyin by now, take a look, there he go
Feelin himself, it aint E, its his ego
Pumpin himself full of air,
To be known...as
The greatest.
Ever.
Will he sever the chain
That keeps the fame ball tethered?
To the never land, where the weathers grand
And the supers and oompas all laugh and say yes man
Yes man, cause they high off the fumes and
The star dust laced with lust from his fans
But what about the world placed down where he stands
Where the people wave up with a milli little hands
See his painted on smile like he really gives a damn
One hand on his waist, other pointin at your face
He says he really wants you, what you think now Sam?

You agree, cus he a star and you a fan
Used to get down wid it, used to listen to his jams
Now you gettin down wid him, now you more like fam
Now you dressin like him, even share his pants
But witness, come take to the stand
Put your hand on this, and swear on that
Is it true that you two have yet to share hats?
Its true, the star never does that
Might transfer some magic that Sam lacks
And thats fact.
So instead of that
Gave him a Peanut Butter sandwich,
Hit it wit some crack
Plus a juice-box filled with lye that I packed.
Took care of his heart, but he knew from the start
That I had to attack.
No further questions, thats a wrap.

NEW 4 U

Where u go when u good on the outside bad on the inside?
Out-siders looking in, tinted on the heart side
To the left side? But that's the bad side.
That's the side, where the devil and his goons rise
The question is will I make it just in time
To kick it with the livin and the good on my right
And my right is your left
Leave the goods alone
So I left to get right but now im all alone
Limbo, lets see how low I can really go
Food stop, gas, lodge, neon sign exits glow
But back to the question up above though
Or the question at hand its the same yo
Clock still ticking, Imma about to start bitchin
When the hours strikes twelve or a quarter past eleven
Flow
Still flows on down from the heavens
And I wonder why I screw with a gift so bless-ed
When mama done said always try your best-est
But mama dont know what she say just stresses
When life aint pure like an olive once press-ed
I...
Guess its, just all in the message.

"Please put your t*****s closer to the 22's"

If mama earth is a girl, then I am the nation
Foundations of house, I can even make the basement
Shake when I tremor, and make fellas impatient
Kill em on mics and get standing ovations
All of that, hit raps, no ass claps
Its just a simple fact they prefer us to be seen
Visualize the lies and maybe they'll come clean
Being heard on the other hand is just a dream,
Obtuse and obscene
If you just "a bird" its simply absurd
Only avian, not alien, no static in my slur
So I hope you concur, with a nod,
No slander, Pop Flanders
And I nerd Rod and Todd
But I sob if u think a rap chicken that spittin is just shit
Unless she got a big ol' ass that cant fit
Squeeze into jeans, and overflow the seams
But it seems, the assess just make the masses
Want to fail they classes, or pass with a pass
With no passion to fashion.
We just de-classin em
De-stracting em, we relapsing them, tell em relax its fun
Clap, clap we rap it in our raps
And what makes em run laps faster than some fat son?
While the attraction attracts
No fact to extract
Or riddle to unpack from
Um, no answer, we remain dumb