Verse 1
Through the elapse of time, you can see what’s on my mind
With my visions I cause incisions of wordy cataclysms
On a mission to enlighten, never biting, just steady writing
No need for fighting unless you tryna clash with a titan
Flow like Poseidon so I never really need a hype man
Still underground but I bet the ladies love the piping
Exciting…is how it feels when I grab the steel
Everything I spill is super ill, so you know the deal
The African Conglomerate, every rhyme is immaculate
Everytime I rap on a track, I’m shaq-in attacking it
Hating, you know it’s sacrilege, flip you over like spatulas
To the phony homies, we poppin’ now they act like they know me
Remember when you used to never have shit
Bout now we sippin’ on that pagne, screaming Jeezy adlibs (HAHA)
The fact is, is that I steady practice
Never give up on your dreams if you tryna make the team
Hook(2ce)
You know you ain’t really F-in with my pen right?
I spit game, get change, yeah that sounds right
Never stopping even though you call it sin
And we do this til’ the fin
But this thing has just began…RIGHT!!!!

Verse 2
Struggling just tryna make it, even worse when tryna fake it
Cos real recognize real, so we keep it trill
On the path to perfection with words comprised of action
Mutilating instrumentals til’ plaques are packed on a mantle
Spittin’ flows so hot to handle, crush haters feelings like vandals
Steady making classic hits similar to G.F. Handel
Cos we go hard kinda like a bogard
Never ever gon stop even though we don’t ball
Spittin’ bars that’s so raw, call me head player in charge
Large is how we’re living, confidence straight to the ceiling
Ain’t talking bout the paper but high knowledge, I’m hind-sighted
We grinding like all nighters to blow up like Alqaedas
We praying the Lord life us, these villains is all vipers
Slither through that green grass like snakes just tryna bite us
But we’re venom repellant; tell’em is Heaven that sent us
Knew that I’d be a star from the day I turned seven
Cos now we’re F-in with Spyda, and there ain’t nothing higher
WORD!!!

Repeat Hook

Verse 3
Yo….Check the writer for Ebola
Cos being sick is simply in the eyes of the beholder
And you’re cornier
So in my iris, you’re all a part of Isi or Isil
Take my head but you can never take my ice grill
Take my bread and watch the insides my knife spills
Yeah…like a bucket of chum
I get my two cents to the ground
Have the crowd like a club full of bums
Seeing double, got a couple of guns
You’ll be in trouble
I’m a politic, pollinate
Polyrhythm, pile a bait
Pile of bodies who forgot the vig, but they’re a dollar late
Dollar short, lot of talk, not a lot of doing
Everybody building but I spot a lot of ruins
Everybody killing, wishing mother-fuckers pop off
Rappers is smooth criminals, none of them got caught
But rappers is Sami bulls, when one of’em got caught
Hand in a bible, turn a man into fiber
American tale but I’m sailing
Cristopher cross spins
Lips and exhaust that can pull Michelins off rims
With the heat on the corner
Aint nobody acting cool
You’re like the math team back in school
I swing..axes and mash fools half in ghouls
And send…all of these wack acts to casting pools
You ever been up in the belly of a beast as an ulcer
Speak from a beak of a vulture
I feast on the weak in the culture
With the reach of a hulk
Rest in peace, only speak when suppose too