Beat Boxer Turned Rapper

In 5th grade me and maverick used to beat box now I'm beating on my chest waiting to get out should've wussed out sat down and went home a year of my life that I cain't get it back before that straight facts straight drop embalming fluid on a new port Deon was still a corner boy making plays from kapree porch Nic moved down from the N.O Blake and Stacey took off, Buscuit still my day one Brejai my bitch I'll face something, don't matter what she did case closed from chuck Taylor's to state clothes was scared to death but I'm ten 10 toes I made I home Buscuit house to a condo to Quita floor in the Dino moved to hemet mount San Jacinto flunked outta college bitch chose me passed her up she used to fuck the homie

Reminiscing in the field this is why I feel this way

In 10 grade I knew I needed a change and soon I'd go through a humiliation phase indoctrination drew my son's face way before I caught cases Sigmund Freud interprets dreams I see the future when I'm not sleeping whole lotta words so interpret this I was cursed learned how to spell started breaking curses talk through thresholds my vibration's david Copperfield I'm not from here you carbon based universe is in me He simply spoke then I existed