Ya’ll been having trouble see’n
Let me help you explore me
Thoughts so deep, they locked inside of a box
That’s buried inside some granite
That’s covered over with rocks
Rocks inside of a mountain
A mountain that rarely talks 
So when I finally speak, a cataclysmic event
I open up under oceans, volcanic I vent
All frantic I send 
Villages in to swim
Against the current from the ink that’s pouring out of my pen
Capsized again
Life jackets and fins
I only give you this moment to know that you’ll never win
My dopeness ud never end
Ok, so ya’ll spit flows?
Then what I spits tidals, gravitational pulls
What I do’s ionized with purpose and soul
How much sold? Not units, but you, you know?
All these rappers drown, can’t follow my flow charts
And these charts all lie, you ain’t controlling the art
You got a problem, seeing just how great I is? 
I’ll have you roadside inside some ditch you dig
And if you chop, well then I tear it limb from limb
And if you hot, I’m scorched earth and furnace wind
Synergistic, endurance, I.Q. and wit
And the only one close is King Los, that’s it
I’m sick
And how I spit it anyone can get it
I mean for real, really, I really mean it for real
And if you doubt it, you silly, you could witness my skill
I release endorphins that orphan your four horseman
I could cause collisions that cauterize when you listen
Time don’t make you better when you ain’t got nothing missing
You could talk that tough talk until you blue in the face
Go ahead little monster, I’m a basket case
If you go against me, you moving rocks with rakes
I got a beautiful mind that makes me better than brave
Apocalypse sake
Watching how your chakras shake
I inoculate lies with the words I say
I spit sulfur at the sky, and watch you birds fly away
Then wait, and watch it drain toxic rain all day
Okay
I got a game that you all should play
Everyone look in the mirror, am I who I say?
Now, that’s a true lie, when you knew that you fake
Get it? Never-mind, that’s a lot to intake
Let’s break the ice with somethin simple, like your fake gold chain
If the heights of my lines are aimed over your brain
Then I guess in some ways I am partly to blame
We ain’t hardly the same
You sugar, I’m the cane
I’m the heart, I’m the beat, I’m the blood, I’m the vein
These rappers all marks, I got some bleach for you stains
I spit it in a language that you all can’t speak
And I sit on top of mountains that ain’t got no peaks
I live inside of days that ain’t got no weaks
And I got dreams inside that ain’t made from sleep

Four93

Noraa Ish