Inside the eyes lies the unknown, captureed by few Am through like laser beam trapped in your blue Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the illest on poettic lines mall of course me, no doubt am shooting right from inside ball mysitikally i break emcee wit, nervouslly the stare at the sky just 3/4 of a bar make emcee running back 2 their rhyme books rapping, rhyming shit and it make me sick with their noisefull hooks need not to write brag, am the illest on this poetic heavenly flos...i