the sharpest cat with a pen, unleash the wrath from within
I played dumb with the mic waiting for my path to begin
cause it's my quest to fulfull, to be excessively ill
made up of the dopest, forever keep my recipe sealed
it's kinda like my wrist got a mind of it's own
when it's time for the rhyme to be shown, your minds, even mine'll be blown
sometimes my tongue slices the inside of my cheek
when I write to these beats, even when I quietly speak