We're in the home sweet home, of the Pleasure Dome
Lunatics roam the zone, I flow another poem,
This aint no Total Recall, cause I can't totally recall
But was appalled to discover it was a small world after all

The universe however is not the shape of a ball,
And like I said before, "I'm dropping shit when duty calls"
I never stall when I enter the booth,
Cerebral center of the Hip Hop representer
Presenting to you THE TRUTH

So don't be confused,
Cause I'm still Pleasure Killin' like I got nothing to lose
I paid dues and I break through to feed the brain food,
Medium rare steak, chased with some sour grapes dude

I see the apple of my eye inside of my mind
Most Mercillessly kind, because I'm so very nice with the rhymes
Genetic design? Perhaps a sign of the times?
So many victims made to die,
But the blood on my hands was never mine...

The tribal funkadelic, psychedelic, verbal relic, Hip Hop Zealot
With another little story, let me tell it!

The other night I felt a little Hellish,
Ready to relish, embellish, another fond farewell in the Citadel
Ashes to Ashes they all fell, at the toll of the bell
Steady roll'n, no control'n, THE UNDERGROUND IS WHERE I DWELL
They wanna lock me in a padded cell

And there will be no escaping the mental raping's
That were recovered from scrapings of the audio tapings
But there was nothing left that was found incriminating...

Process of eliminating gradings of a lesser rating,
Mad Professor, picture painting what's beyond explaining
Still maintaining even though it's physically & emotionally draining
Keep on fighting, but the day is fading

Visions of DEATH, sometimes I'm sick of waiting!

And there will be no imitating, I'm relating with what I'm stating
It's tested with the carbon dating
Timeless Treasures never seem to be aging,
I have seen inconceivable visions of what is truly amazing!!!!!