No thoughts come across the same way/same wave/same page/different reads on the gauge/is me or the haze/this bog/thick fog/sicka then tha bitch getting tipped just to lick balls/predicted pit falls/I have/my bad/6 kids use the same water when they take a bath/its sad/and red flag 4 tha dad/dead mad like arab/when I stabbed thru my stash/is it gone or was it even there/all he gave me was a stone and some receding hair/on my shoulders carry boulders like a cave troll/you get ya privileges only after ya pay the slave toll/is there a layaway 4 life/how could it stay nice/cause opposites attract and often wit a smack/and it’ll lay ya on ya back before ya thought u could react/goddamn…insert laugh(that jeezy HA HA!)/I think my sensors smashed/my walk ascends a dash/but if I move too fast/I might commence to crash/but the suspense is crack/and an addict him that/so I’ma run up on that track and smash dat train still intact/a gun don formed from off his back my horde forewarned the attack/what was the reason for the lapse in relax/synaptic snap then ya black/hero sterility/we go pro villainy/gotta get that scrilly cheese/powder mix not really me/these niggas really killa me/and whole lotta others/while eatin prada butta/and we can not recover/so me I gotsta love ya/they say to get it while its hot/lemme sit in that lava bubble/don’t cause no lotta trouble/if u ain’t hearin me/just let me freak ya frequency frequently clear and clean/flows getting killer mean/and within that pun mean bundy/air out ya dirty laundry/what cha think that smell gon bring/and the shit gets thick real quickly/like beyonce to stiffies/and I’m not even believing ripley whats real indeed/cause a whole lotta die/from a low lot of lies/but as long as I’m alive I’ma speak that atomic fire/like a bubonic pyre/sickness mixed with the fire/from which in here I rise/contrast the blackest light/twice sacrifice my life to suffice the blight that I’ve enticed thru spite/gotta get filthy or my people won’t feel me/steppin off the steeple just to bring the wings out/a tear drops liquidless while this here icarus existence gets beamed out/I think I’m feelin clean now/hear the serene sound of dreams drowned/from the demons tryin to bring down/cause I won’t go like james brown/ kings crown on its lean now/as I stroll this green mile/dodgin cracks in the tiles/smoking stacks of dem pounds/till my lungs turn black and I collapse to the ground/just askin why?

J-Toth raps, sings, makes beats, records artists, mixes the music, masters it and releases it thru the Frozen Food Section. His fingerprints are usually all over anything you hear here…so hear, hear.