what´s that smell þarký sözü

i say lord.. have mercy.

i say...

stop! hey, what´s that sound?
everybody look what´s goin´ down.

i´m everlastin´.
forever on a roll
i´m rockin´ to the boat,
steamin´ gray matter tone.
i ain´t sayin´ i´m god, but you can graft this.
chances are if i´m a star, i´d be johnny mathis.
on some smooth s--t, i´d be gaming all the honeys.
hitting hugh hefner with his playboy bunnies.
check the sunday funnies, i be reading doonesbury.
see me after dark, love, s--t be getting scary.
i´ll freak you
like carrie on the night of the prom
let´s keep it
cool and calm
i´ll start stroking your palm.
work my way up your arm,
and start kissing your ear.
maybe licking your lips, then pulling your hair.
yeah i freak the back spasm, to get the -----.
and if my legs cramp, girl, i lick that stamp
i got it sewn, love
so you ain´t got no worries.
hold up, wait a second.
my vision´s getting blurry.

stop. hey.
what´s that smell?
someone laced dust all up in my l.
b----es start sweatin´ once the pockets swell.
let´s take it back 14,000,000 cells.

periodic measures
to say my rhymes.
too much of this dope
need growth-type slow
of a poet´s tree, let me blow my leaves
shake off my roots and pull up my sleeves.
break a branchling wist stick.
lyrics for the mystical.
yo fancy, shake your chancy.
our transystem is torn mcs
i hymn-zen, then i´m casualies.
pot smoke-seeds, relativities
seize it, i be
on every first ability
of chaos, a higher form of infinity
gettin´ me virtually supreme id.
perfecters and tackers
at which my faster phrased words
super-lax, break raps, and mc´s jump off wacks.
revolves and steers,
and still sees time stilt.
i work for real bill divine, it´s lyrical chill.

i say...
stop! hey! what´s that smell....etc.