click one, click two
now its locked and load/
ready too lyrically explode/
the black lines got your lack
of integrity exposed/
i'm beethoven with this tool
the way i make it compose/
and yes,
i learned to master this weapon
of art like vet/
keep it sharpened and ready like
everyday is a test/
nicknamed this utensil
the lyrical terminator/
beacause i gave it a mission
and thats to lyrically burn through paper/
the camber has seen more led
then guns,bombs,and bullets/
scribes with so much heat
it turns paper to fluids/
and turns the vapor to music