I spit to box Gods and Titans with lightning bolts and tridents
Popping gum, and guns with Tyrants on ghostly ships with pirates
My third eye has an exponent of 9-9-9 times greatest of all time
My writer's mind is Dimension 5 dynamically evolved by rhymes
I'm freestyling 1000 islands filled with madmen content with violence
I rather rhyme octogons instead circles around these jokers smiling