Gaze on face on
Underground lives on...
Mic like fire flames I spit on...

I possess and embody the powers that lies spiritually and its so real
Habitually I used to write about candy and liquor. But now I write how candid and equal

I stay up all night to perfect my rhymes, dialect the words and discard all primes
I've never been known- no one like... Oh he's nice or he's got skills
Before the days of rhyming and sleep pills

Mic *******; the nucleus of knowledge I pass on. Amidst evil I strive on
Assuage every lyrical latent I was born to spit flames with hypothetical cadence

I am the light that shines from the dregs
I am he with the strength of helium mixed with sweat