Homeboy Sandman, Jozef Van Wissem - Unraveling lyrics

Ma big rows pretty even the pair pretty row
Pretty girl pretty evening
Pull out a flesh girl flesh ma region
I’m not oppressed to pledge ma allegiance
Even being truthful the fruit not in season
Guess I be seeing since seeing is believin
They be just brains
Just brains in achievement
Rather not grieve then we’re in agreement
Calls drop, pots calling kettles
I don’t know what dust looks
Like when it settles that just get ma wheels
Turnin all different pedals
Learn it in alchemy alternate metals
For the women and fellows
Earth, water, fire and wind when it bellows
Word is mine this is my way of saying hello
I don’t mind
This is my way of staying mellow
Bigger sizes, no expectations and surprises
No pitfalls, flip falls or deposit's
Can’t cut tides with the tide when it rises
Different games, different stages
Different courses
Shoppin outta bins, skeletons in the closets
The heart is gon’ sing through
The wins and the losses
Barely can tell the effects from the causes
Tell a woman just exactly what I mean
I’m the mothafucka of your mothafuckin dreams
Took a whole new meaning since
Just started eatin meat
Took a whole new meaning since
Just started being me
Giving bee to live in debris
I can engineer the reappearance of the bees
Early and often be the squashin of the beef
Superhuman, doing the shooting of the breeze
A lot of Indians but not too many chiefs
I mean Native Americans
So I don’t lose any sleep
Had to dump the ammo so
I don’t lose any speed
It’s an uphill battle on a
Hill that’s pretty steep
Mercy’s for the weak
The upper hand don't need to
Read it ‘fore you weep
Do you watch the cars or watch
The lice across the street
Wait a minute mommy I don’t wanna go to sleep
Life is but a dream
I move about quarters like the
Waters of the stream
I’m lookin for a baby girl that
Tastes just like a peach
This city is just a multitude
Of alleys where I peed
Right now I’m curious and
Need security to breach
The 22nd century looks curious indeed
I think about the pheromones
I'm likely to secrete
I think about the resources
I’m likely to deplete
But amaraya or boletta always
Allowin me to cheat for what I have achieved
But, I still be tellin whoppers
Eating whoppers with cheese
Getting down and dirty tongue
Firmly in ma cheek
Ears be always ringin when I’m
Swingin from the trees
Sometimes I catch a whiff of all
The wisdom that I seek
I’d be damn near fatigued from all
The teabags that I steep
I still haven’t forgotten no one
Answered when I screamed