dekLaration of pens wit difference. Says Uni Q. Mical , Monday, August 11, 2008 at 2:01 PM, in

MY NUMBER EIGHT...JEAN GRAE SALUTE. DONT SLEEP.

ppl listenin
n think my rhymes r nonsensi--
cal--but im cooler than the stars in november
27th runnin pleasant no achin archnemesis
so imma drop definitions u gon’ remember kid
fuck bein bout cleanliness
im grittier than a chicostick
dipped in sand art castles wit sharpeners full o pencil mist
raspier than ur drunk aunt talkin shit while the glass of whiskey drips
ready to whoop ass at cookouts if SUMBODY don’t get these kids
ladylike don’t sit well in my stomach like month old chitterlins
so lil miss priss can trip over stilettos from her bitterness
eyes beatin me to grounds cuz i embody all u wish u is
but y wrap urself in hate like white folk who slaughter christmas meanins
so used to mean muggin-well i respond u wit a different greeting:
hi, my name is kLef, i understand u sensitive n teethin
angry u can't place me, threw TANtrums cuz i don’t switch wit sweetness
carryin no purses/skirts/or burstin out the tits wit cleavage
cuz im on a mission 2 bring this rap game outta nigger season
and for all my actions, yo, u must feel that im sick wit treason
but i missed that class on cloning—sick w/ fever while they wrists r freezin
distanced from this drama so on the really bitch just please get
off the shoestrings draggin-im restricted n can't lift my feet up
2 jump back onto my planet where rays is beamin but the mist is ether
peace followers-im outta here-and HELL naw i won't miss u neither.