Simply Undefined

Yeah.... Ha...
Shit is to ill though...

(Verse 1)
So what, I'm back again to deliver these upper cuts/ to the upper gut, On these upper cuts/ Henny Kobra Klutched/ hand on my nuts, cup full of suds/ when last night was blur, ol girl will concur/ flows stupid as hood ideologies that brought us up/ not giving a fuck, pressing your luck, you will touched/ like a sign requesting the opposite, I'm on Pollock shit/ artistic in my own ways, minus the bullshit politic/ ugh, polish my  topic of discussion through percussions I/ leave all my buttons submerged so what you pushing huh?/ there ain't no hitting home with me to catch me where it hurts/ I handle my own, and in my dome is where I learque/ I rash on shit some might call it poison I be/ on top of this world on this dark knight you'll find me/ With my bad bitch beside me looking lively/ fly as poison Ivy, to my right, never behind me/

(Hook)
These days fly by we waiting on the hands of time/ to call our number so we kick it sitting bent reclined/ trapped in a state of mind, define by the bishops eye/ we pawns to the world lost... With no sense of time/...
These days fly by we waiting on the hands of time/ to call our number so we kick it sitting bent reclined/ trapped in a state of mind, define by the bishops eye/ we pawns to the world lost... Simply undefined/ 

(Verse 2)
Tonight alive Let's describe the inscrutable/ immutable thoughts of dyeing so Unusual/ scribble with pens and pads tags on you cubicle/ ol girl looking bad Got my logo on her cuticles/ visions of rap super stardom, pardon if I space out/ I lay the pace out, and break out/ on some lead the chase out, doors are locked break the chase out/ or stomp that shit out on some rugged boot to the face style/ Look what we face now, the day weighs heavy on us/ eyes are getting lower, sitting bent up on the corner/ burnt out marijuana as evidence trying to out run The stress/ far from that elegant delegate suited at his desk/ I'm suited up in my best, my flannel jeans and a vest/ Yankee fitted on my wig, SB dunks on the set/ street dreams, tv screens is what we looking at/ fuck it ain't no looking back bitch now take a look at that/ 

(Hook)
These days fly by we waiting on the hands of time/ to call our number so we kick it sitting bent reclined/ trapped in a state of mind, define by the bishops eye/ we pawns to the world lost... With no sense of time/... 
These days fly by we waiting on the hands of time/ to call our number so we kick it sitting bent reclined/ trapped in a state of mind, define by the bishops eye/ we pawns to the world lost... Simply undefined/