He alone speaks a poem,

Laughs at first, then breaks a beat with bass that rings the dome

Booom Boom Bah

Yea

It is easy

Mc cheesy

Type of flow that gets the breezy

Hot and out

Fast and quick

Woe to the devilish

I rearrange the rebel

Sip on this

Like some drank, you got from 7/11

Spit it out

Because it tastes of heaven

Glory homie to the holy thoughts of growing in the home of he who is most high oh so fly I am that guy talking to minds eyes floating in right times speaking with odd man enshrined, guts for glory shoot it make it and own it
cannot stop the boldest, roaming, spitting glaciers so freezing cold.

Bits and pieces are put together
mind in a nimbus cloud
in any weather
creative cloud hold me now
i am bound atop it now
an angel not from hell
only here to tell
hear me now
as you see the cow
saw them bow
odd spits about
the past ancient type of hit I guess
one day someone will study it
the minds of all who look to God
then get corrupted by an idol star or a mind departing from the souls golden heart
dam is that it?
We lost it again and again
we be talking
I can make hits
a gin with the wish
but would you sell your soul for a piece of Earth
that will implode when the star has taken enough of this *******
I guess we can give it quits
anytime but right now the divine has all of my mind
I cannot let go
luke warm has got me to being this low
is commitment what you need for anything to succeed
I reseed back the vast heavens
that your minds seem to lack
can't see past dimensions
because humans don't believe in things
so fairy like
I barely write because I fall to blight every day and night

woe

I shall let you let go

go

they say

I fall asleep again for weeks on end now I can comprehend that I can fly again.

Yes again.

The times run on end and I will be at the right place and time when it comes, my friend.