Its back to the basics....lyrically I was locked in a basement

I pulled out with patience..to only figure out what the combination of the safe is

Opponents shouldn't feel the safest
now that I am out, I will attack with the heat of Satan

sticky situations, suddenly slither beneath your face lite

fire burning turning applying pressure like a bracelet

smoke floods the room, then consumes with a source of hatred

the equation is suffocation...adding insult to injury, iron hands for the strangulation

a mist of the darkest entity is heavily filled with aggravation

a colored room dims dull, the result is desaturation

a tear to a basic word, is a rip to communication

an assault of the human basics
is taunt for the scared to play with
I summer salt..

only to land in a land with others who sculpt, there words out of pure passion
I ignite like a lighter to many matches..letters light, when the minds active
highlighted by spilled acid..my literature is but an integer, in a world that's radioactive

mutations form by the masses...