i always have a victorious contortion of lyrics thats notorious
gifted rhyme cycles thats dissected by
rhyme rivals
i come second to none no weaponry needed
the pen is my gun
shoots clips full of ink and won't stop
till the alphabets extinct
rhymes viscous and addictive elevation
from krack never predicted
but now in the correct position and possession
of what i've been obsessing and testing is it
the curse or a true blessing ??
or is the demons messing wit my mind??
so many emotions left behind over time
with each and every line and rhyme
i begin to hide afraid to expose the inside
in which shit truly lies
but the lies seen wit these eyes
the disguises seen wit these eyes
and the skies seen wit these eyes
knows no dark skies will be seen wit these eyes
and no deceiving disguises will be seen covering these eyes
and when my names in the sky know i was the right
guy you seen it wit your own two eyes