sick thoughts from a polluted mind

tis is the devils hour
midnight im in the shower
works tight if u need powder
money right, nada coward

mix in the treble louder
but make the mids decrease
like pac in eddie bawuer
i rock designer briefs

and i love dem haters sour
cause they confirm im elevatin
in my mind i hold the power
to pave the road, my affiliation

we throw our K's up and devour
any fugazzi yap out side of neck
in M.I.A. we stay empowered
they call us krazy, yet we rep our set

to the fullest, trigguh pull dis, we do dis until we hit the sky
we ruthless, leave u toothless, pudi move dis, get rich and die
battle raps that rattle cats, fraggle kracks we spit em out
we mangle rats, entangle traps, strangle jacks that new to souf

when i spit on track, i dont write crap, i flow str8 outta my cerebrum
gun blak, dubz fat, lungs collapse, but k-hole breathin
tis the season, seasons beatings, i stay reading poem, soliloquies
i stay grieving, dead homies bleeding, tattoo tears, dont know my enemies

im blitzed n, reminissin, fuk em diss em, never kissem
imprinted in the system so finger prints steady missin
gotta topic, gotta swap it, gotta glock, cauk it toss it
knot in pocket, not gon flaunt it, spit rock, krack i spawn it

gotta product girly got it, my dime stash mah pills
when the coppah finna stop us, k-9 , its nos-trills
dont work, cuz charli work up her skirt and dats k-hole
dogs cant sniff thru vasoline, coffe beans, water, bollo

i stay flowin, where im goin, its a road less traveled
never seen it snowin, but snowflake blowin, fiends unraveled
i play all angles and eat bitches brains for sustenance
in my web they tangled, see tricks is just thangs wit musty scent

and im reluctant, to put trust into any individual
my love is spent, my heart is black coated with anger residuals
subliminals, pussy niggas throw out disses that way
want beef ill meet u in the octagon, ill mma any day

i gots to go, gots to work, wake a 7 in the A.M.
make mohitos 4 hoes, converse with jerks, pretend to care what they sayin
just cuz im askin whats ur poison dont mean i wanna hear ur problems
i gots my own, plus u annoyin, what makes u think i can solve em

ima leave u with one last work, 5 words, one last revalation
one last statement to take to a new elevation or emancipation
a phrase that SPENJAX lived every day of his life's mission statement
the realest shit he ever wrote, "My Sickness is Your Justification"