The mood is right, the lights are bright.

Never been the one for words but been the one for verbs. I smoke the finest herbs, excuse me, I'm flowin undercover, some might say even viciously. But girl if you want wood, you can kiss my tree. Because often people tend to see Bali and practice mimickery. I spit the illness with a bit of the remedy. I'm a center stage all-star center piece.If you think too much I'll leave you screwed up, just like a piece of new gum I leave a beat chewed up. So sup? My tracks are lacerations. Yours are just cuts. The flow so fine and seamless. Call me a seamtress the way I got the gamed sowed up. Every line I be layin the wood. You can breathe now, and say: Damn, Bali is that damn good.