Jim Morrison

[Young G]
I used to love freestyles, now I love to write
In my mind I see styles, using music to unite
In flight like a kite, bout to get rolled
I'll be slamming 808 when I'm 80 years and 8 days old
Too bold to fold it now, rogue mode hit blow ganja crystals and behold
Tails over 909 get toked
Precious is a freedom that you hold
Paying bills, watch your rights get sold
Night time gets cold, inside mind, decode or explode
Scriptures of the road, pictures through keyhole
Same blood on the gold knife to the lymph node
Pleasures from the choke, message getting post
Blessing blessed strolls, exhaling out my nose
Hope you hate my prose, this chapter's closed
The path of least resistance is not the path I chose

[Mxlplx]
Addicted to the mirror, I can't stop looking
Is it really there, or maybe I shouldn't
Ask what I'm here for, take life and put it in a glass with some beer
More than just a crooked head with a conscience, somebody took it
Can't get back on it, appear crying, look it
Ride like a comet through the sky at night
Try not to vomit after losing a fight
Put holes in my closet when I don't feel right
Wonder why I bought it, cause it's not really tight
Wear pain like a locket, hands cover my sight
Start up the rocket, head first for the light
The Sun's too hot, it's burning my life
Realize I polish my heart with a knife
The blade straight through my bloody dream
Waiting for you like a puddle of cream
I wish I had the guts to go, but it's just not enough to know

[Swank]
(Aaaahhhhooww...)

I took a drag and baked it mo danger
Promise to love you if you stay a stranger
Rather kiss a killer than an entertainer
People confusing my passion with anger
Watch the longest tears scope the midnight singer
They say that suicide is on a good dreamer
People start screaming, that's a good bringer
They say you never look, but I bet they see ya
Hope you can smile in empty arenas
Took your drag and broke out, misdemeanor
You love me if you hate me sing
You love me if you hate me sing
You love me if you hate me sing
Don't give a damn about a thing
If you look in my eyes, I'll look past your beat
You know what's going on in a synchronized stoff
And feeling way off