I live my life my a cartographic schematic,
That I found in the attic, left by an addict,
Who was killed by the machinations of a pneumatic mechanic,
Using science mathematic, and equations quadratic,
Making observations in situations dramatic,
I re-write these lines,
And re-sight these rhymes,
Explode like the minds,
Of a thousand philosophers star gazing at star maps,
Looking for star signs,
Listen to my word play,
Rise on the third day,
See why im so fly my names begins with the bird Jay,
(James begins with a J, get it?)
I’ll go ahead and spit a metaphor,
That’s what it’s better for,
I’m the big cheese, that’s what they call me fetta for,
