SuPeR Stish-iss

It's a painfully process, to regain the losses/ we've been trained to off set, what our brains could process/ all the games & conquests, to maintain my pawns check/ or to obtain a swap let's, remain on target/ their games are garbage, try to maintain an argue-/ ment but the rain has obvious-lee drenched/ anything viable, valuable, plyable, mal-you-able, reliable/ pay pal you girl, I'm buying you/ designer shoes, maybe a vacation on a deserted island too/ you deserve the right type of guy that proves/ his love for every single side of you/ through the good bad & the ugly/ her dad was a drunk she, she became a junky/ we been stayin' up three, in the mornings when I hit the bunk bee-/ but when I wake up see, my brain be fully funk-she-/ nin..." fully functioning?" ( Chorus) From Kay Mart to Wamart, I stay lit up like Target/ they may delay me from objects, way up in these projects / but I stay puffin' the chronic,& justice for all which/ just so happens to be one nation with a gun, under their arms ,get/ yer hands up like you touchin' the wall, sit-/ back down on this FLAT ground we observe flat outta compton, pay pals out to Austin/ stay out off his walk when, he's straight out of ama-zon been/ hated & lost friends, but made a whole lotta ends /"you can't prove that !!?!" ...then just, maybe I talk shit/ they say I'm crazy as cockpits, where astronauts play & they mock kids/ probably it's not very far, which? Instruments were used to prove Mars been/ a place they send satellite cameras, swimmin' in the vacuum of space...I mite be catchin' a case/ for correcting a fake, selecting the matrix, affecting the neighbors, having sex with the gamers/ depressions been shamed cuz, but ,but. ...back to the game jump/ collapsed like my name stumped/ refraction a lame duck, I've been stackin' my change up/ back..back ...b-b-back in the day what..what was up. Up with the vay-per- you/ was puffin on ,always up to somethin, in a summer thong/ bumpin', strate outta compton , with my mock ten, going mock ten ,in a cockpit with John Wick / a modern kamikaze, spottin' imposters, like I was babysittin' watchin the lock ness monster/ I got dressed & tossed' a , bomb threat like pasta/ p-p-p-pasta, Prima-..Vera Vera, à that's my new song , bet. I'm off n' on, non opp, in a Honda, dart. With a custom made push , pushed, push bar that's art, yeahh. That push bar, made from soldered parts of a shopping cart, from the dollar Mart, mhalf a block ,crashed the car, had to walk , dam it's hot, but even a damaged clock ,inside a bandits chop _ shop ,that's has a drop spot, across the park, of North-Rop...til your corpse stops/ cun- tortin', mny young Thorton , Shotgun pump , cohort...all the whole heart...where the sun never sets in the summer, but a bunch of globe lie denialists, tried to defile us, let us file just, in time to deny any thing that is implied/ I'm gettin' highwayyyyyy to the danger zonesssss....I wana ride...the highway like life is a time wave...crime wave