Submerged in deep seas, I hold the scriptures burning
There must of been slut mary, if the other was a virgin
<nice opener, second line could of been different>

Invoke the serpent, I swim in the depths of the deserts
Cus the grains of expression fall like shell's from the weapons
<deep shit>

Tounge stepping, mouth running, the vocal sprinter
Im chasing the light on the beach, but it's power grows dimmer
<it all hot, another nice line>

realise death is promised, but imagination isn't
Cus the leafs of my scroll's will breath my creation's wisdom
<not ur best line, but good>

Graff'in the massive arm's of my creative construction
My art form embosses flames of raging combustion
<i kno this is a personal line, the graff'in bit, nice line>

Marking territory, the milky way is the gate to my gallery
Magically, expression exposed in the o-zone's callories
Smooth like butter on skin I chase the colors of the wind
Swift freelancer, whisking colors on mother nature's chin
I shine like black and white moonlight, blind sight's
Hopeless thoughts are captured in my creative life's
My brains division divides the reality side to illusion
Combined into a compound, I bomb sound in my music
Bombard the elements, I sit on the star's thinking
With my pen and pad, my hearts content..........................
<just ill, as fuck, it all jus sic, an off the hook dawg, i'll be peepin all ur shit from now>