When I peep the panorama my passion parallels my passiveness
And past life regression answers questions to my id
Ignorance isn't bliss so I spit what makes sense
Bringin it a little different using words to uplift
Meanwhile the sands of time between my hands I sift
Watching the wind whisping it as it drifts into the rift
But I'm not trippin off a cliff or even kickin it with a clique
Simply rippin it on the mic like it was a conniption fit
I came to intermix and take you on a trip
And connect to move your neck to the rhythm of my lips
So "YES" is the only possible answer
Came to age in Carollina made with real bits of panther
That line was clownin' but I'm serious as cancer or a heart attack
I came to put the passion back into the art of rap
I started at the ending of the last millenium
I ain't quittin till I finish this process like a Pentium
But my Hewlitt Packerd crashed and I can't afford a Mac
Man, I can't afford to mack
Damn, I need a stack of cash
And the refund from my taxes got spent on rent and gas
So where's my fortune at?
Guess I'm not that fortunate