Ayo, Microphone check 1,2 who's hot
Tell these s**a mc's that I'm in the spot
Crack rock flow, c**aine bars, i know ya style
I be the golden child abstract and wild
Get concrete discrete through these raps I teach
One line be simple, the next line gets deep
Watch the ends you seek, company that you keep
Clear ya path of heap, drop math on sheep
Check it
Peep the structure of the method
I craft sentences in exclusive graph penmanship
Letters thick membership, rich n***a rhetoric
Pay attention I'll show you what metals you oughta meddle with
Like a pa**age from ya favorite novel
Provide a proverb watch for 5-0
Chamber of commerce
Now what's ya time worth
Dollar bills wine thats chilled
Fine dimes that come with ya consignment deal
Can you define whats real, see through the veil
Are you blinded by your indryas
I break down and build them up
Snap necks to injure them
Flex techs the villainous
Cause and effect, let my wand cast hex diminish 'em
Above the clouds looking down at the turf
Obtain the knowledge of self utilizing its worth
Seize to rebirth
Until then, keep my peeps first
Keep it zen but never hesitate to let the heat burst
I spit flames like I'm Natsu
Roll with golden apostles
Wisdom older than fossils
Food to nourish my dhatus
I move with the vayu, son I'm fluent in 3 tongues
Leave 'em hung bu the bayou, lead my people to freedom
Now you tell me, who holds bars like a prison
'gnot the maestro Jack ya beats, cars and women
Im on a mission, crack the palma stick the piff in
Then listen to the sirens in the distance
Observing the ill Mill City landscapes, it be tradition
Spitting that sick sh** then I hand 'em prescriptions
Show 'em the manual, cop a rollie only from Samuel's
Grow a plant then burn it back lurk the jungle with animals