Yeshua: 
There's no  chance of heart transplants of mines  can't dance 
But this case displays just a smile can enhance 
Visions like Rembrandt but she enchants like a prism 
Never asked for the next villain to seal so I deal with them 
Daily  direct MCs in my head that mainly oppose  but I suppose to be said 
Bendin the script so the ending is flipped in my favor 
Enabling me to savor the flavor of her lips, what a trip 
But it's not reality considering the tragedy of her not knowin 
What's flowin through my mind it's all you'll find, runnin laps to catch 
crampin 
The stands tramps lamp watch for father to start 
Is not aware while she's there, or since when still strange 
It all became from the exchange of a pencil 
Incidental, but sentimental like a monument 
I wish feelings were congruent but she's not even on to it 
Intuition tells me she never felt the 
Kind of energy from me that I do from her, uh-uh 
I'm just cool peeps that keeps the We Be 
Fools sleepin, uneasy, why couldn't I tell her 
Well the, feelings are deeper than just a jam 
Damn, every time that I peep her I just can't stand 
To keep the truth concealed but feel too scared 
To reveal, cause rejection would mess things up 
I still have to greet an occasional meet and I 
Be speedin through the beltway congenient 
Pulled by a strange force, she's feeding my heart 
Appetizers, but I strive to try the main course 
A plain loss of words...and it disturbs... 
Chorus: 
Intoxicatin vibratin through my mind 
Bobbin her head to the same tunes I do 
Intoxicatin vibratin through my mind 
Bobbin her head... 
You gotta think multi-vitamins, she's quite A Collection, I invite her in 
Reflection might have been, if shit was different, but it isn't 
Isn't, it, my place to forget 
That all it takes is to see her face again 
Curly crown, right down to her toes, fly high 
Light skinned nubian, best believe intriguing 
I breathe in, hold the moment seized in my mind 
Treatin time silently but reminds 'til I'm leaving 
Even her aura glorifies, beauty truly fortifies 
The mortal side through the, deft in her eyes 
A portal to the next definition of disguise 
My best better mission to reside by hers is expressed 
As a currency I don't possess unless 
I'm holdin a microphone enrolled in cipher obviously 
Purely MC related, seems I made it 
So my dreams stay sedated, and I hate it... 
Chorus