I'm getting ready to relax on some tracks and start a collage of all my beats and raw underground raps,
Sell my lyrics and make it in a world where I can be whatever I want off my own business I'm sick of this world that is spinning spun  around a light looking so dark when they wake to the bright side of the rhyme puns,
I'm lungs hung up in pharoh shrines,
I'm traps set within pyramid dives,
And deep sea swims where discoveries can't be described,
I can willfully speak like placements of fixed history I'm a speaker literally on a speaker speaking figuratively it's a technical state of tranquility my mentality preps instantly when beats hit my ears and I just arrive in Japan with the intent to walk into the woods full of energy,
I'm always feeling me mc meeting myself mixed in the mysteries I've mastered lyrically