Flavors of hip hop, to the beat my heart rocks knocks, yo it don't stop,
Taking it way pass the top, to the highest, exalted with praise, magnify this,
The golden vinyl, sounding so crisp, I write grooves to move ya hips,
Like Marvin Gaye say, fish filled with mercury, looking at the economy,
Too much greed for the industry, everybody wants handouts, of free money,
But free money comes with a fee, I'd rather struggle for the sanity,
Some say that's the way, it's supposed to be, I followed the jewels, of my ancestry,
Spirits laying next to me, along with the demons to tempt me,
About the unsolved mysteries, I myself mystery, millennial tragedy,
Followed me since I was 1-3, a teenager looking for a girl, and a pager,
What's looking good,but I tore out the thesis, of my heart broken in pieces,
Reasons of thoughts, couldn't be brought, at the finest bid, what bout the kids?,
Cant even find a shove to dig, out the reality, bombarded with fantasy,
All across the TV's, to the social media machinery, robots in disguised,
Plotted by the wise, unseen hands crafting the designs, of grey skies,
But man tries to play god, end up losing on evens and odds, so what I'm a ball hog,?
Knowledge over college, my best collage, is when I replaced ,books over cartridges,
Block carnocingens, engineering hell within, devil's move at the fastest pace,
Only to end up in a crash, without a race, I drop melons for ya to taste,
Ya intellect bobbling over the disgrace, try to avoid the news bashing paste,
Wait, in the corner like spawn peeping the mourners, and stage of coroner's,
Coronavirus manifesto, for the gusto, still digging in the souls of the people,
Through society peephole, I watch at a distance, social is an experiment,
No time to focus on entertainment, I watch the dimes that's being spent,
Hellish serpents rising out of the pit, everybody needs to repent,
Caught the scents, of the angels that was sent, to warn about future events,
Nobody knows the hour, but I know the feeling of spiritual powers,
I follow nature's heartbeat, so I can stay in cadence, without moving my feet,
I drum only to the art of war, patterns, aligned with the distance of Saturn,
See angels circling, and demons with em, lurking, at the pity of humanity,
We fallen like Romans dynasty, doom chilled the country, so quickly,
A small talent for war, taking us abruptly, so much chaos corruption, and absurdity,
