 I got so many rhymes, I don't think I'm too sane Life is parallel to hell, but I must maintain it be prosperous Though we live dangerous, cops could just arrest me Blaming us, we're held like hostages It's only right that I was born to use mics And the stuff that I write is even tougher than I'm taking rappers to a new plateau Through rap slow, my rhymin' is a vitamin Held without a capsule The smooth criminal on beat breaks Never put me in your box if