The villains are gripping the cannons
Grim Reaper ripping a tantrum
Tripping over the tilting of balance
I'm rising out of the ashes of my kingdom
As a ba*tard gifted and honing his talents
With the talons of a falcon seizing every opportunity
Tune into the tube and you can see that this is truly me
The unruly, sticking up pa**engers of a train
To get access to the track so I can damage it smoothly
Spell Framig with an asterisk
Like an ad lib, I'm going after it
I live with amplified ambulance sirens, the slamming of iron
Tryna find a way to handle it
I treat the beat like an addict
Channeling Charlie Sheen, battling sleep paralysis
Crafting Paterson Blues, having it on the tabernacle
While I'm hanging on the avenue
I give 'em a tab, I give 'em a dose
I been in the lab, this that mic check uno dos
I'm sick of funerals in front of my crib
Pickpocket, if not rocket blasting individuals
Mister Silk City
The fix in their syringes, twisted, mischievous
The fiends in the alleyway like there he is
Maneuver through the drug users
To location of tombstone so I can bury this
Incendiary flows
I'm disrespectful, it's free RetcH until he's let go
When I'm gone, put me next to legendary ghosts
Rest in peace Biggie
Ready to Die was the recipe Biggie
The reckless record Rapture reckoned chapel's relic
Master puzzle piece to the rest of me Biggie
The lyrical middle finger roll
To blast me would be blasphemy
Cause the ma** I bleed would paint a stain gla** window
Tookie Framez don't give a f** though
You can't get past the surface, put away the microscope
I might just stroll to an open mic show
As the maestro of mightiest flows
My blow k** the microbes infiltrating my hip-hop
Signed Edgar Allan Snow