As i sit and drink back my beer untapped, my hands r perplexed to tap along to the beat, creating a song, where what is wrong can be, transformed into a seed leading to peace. Posting my thoughts to a fellow musical science whiz, has no alliance, except for all in silence, standing tall above the violence. I get mad and frustrated at times, yet my mind wont live with the vile style sense. Keep in close proximity with foxes who act kitty and smile like friends. It doesn't mean they have to act  witty wild or have me on trial till no end, the soul bends when the glow begins to fall below where it all began when we all lived for the benefit of the clan.

Kalix, wait until you see the kalix's on the christmas treats johnny P sent you.
They look like mary Jane Boogers.
Fat, green and dense with an intent to elevate your brain machine.

shout out to a cambridge local......

Kalix, the cat who plays trix like felix, the g-nome shows the doubble helix, D.N.A doen't lie get your sample from a small fry, so don't even try, elluding these phrases in your mind protruding, through an overcast of doubt, seccond guess yourself, decitions on a whim, those mounds need milking but all you get is skim, don't take an adverse outlook, at least your on a diet, we all know that inside your the shy kid

It is a constant swirl of greed and envy.
This clip of money and industries it accompanies, bends me, bending our minds. We're defending powers that bind, behind the social line. We ain't free.
Religious mischieviousness? We'll litigate with metal viciousness.
Our Prime Minister can't even administer sh*t against the sinister southern sister...The big Mister Bush.
We should be the assasinators, all we need is a little push!
Passionate haters of the one sided delegators. I'll snap em in half like snapping alligators.
Trashing the public political fashion and the municipal principal can't rebuttle my cynical lyrical.
This isn't so simple, not like popping a nagging pimple. It's much more complex, we gotta group together, no matter the weather, rain...Better the weather. With mics and razor tongues, we can sever the never clever greed for treasure.

Yo, Kalix. Where ever you may be....Keep the styles fresh like zesty vagina.
We be vaginatarians....R you making any of your own classix mixes, bass heavy tunes, etc.
I know you keep the mind pumping wit ill matic static.
Any way, when i get back, i'll send you some ryhmes, give me some peer pressure.
Peace out top dawg.

Living in a state of greatness. Now that your hype sh*t, you probably getting wasted. Why am i not invited? Have i been a prick in your ass? Sticking it in and spitttin it in your glass? Swallowing your pale ale. I'm following your tails trail! Now your state of mind mechanics sails stale! Real estate is what i steal for getting bail. And steel plates is what i feel when nailing rails.
Sweden on the weekend. I'll see you there in the deep end. I ain't telling tales speaking...I'm really meaning, that i will be seeing you fleeing when me and my ego go skiing. Travelling, unravelling the mystery of MY life, High flight, and wise mind might. Go hand in hand, thanks for the hind sight. In that first fateful, distasteful, hateful limelight/i couldn't break free from my lines of sight. So thank you for everything, maybe on my album, i might sing a lu-la-by. Till then buddy, i'm tight in a bin, so bu-bu-bye

ayo do you have msn? give me yur e-mail and I'll add you. holla, one!