My lyricism is mastered
I leave half spoke poets shaken and plastered
You're an imposter, afraid to go to a concert
My words trigger meth heads and Acid poppers
Too much to chew like bitin' into a whopper
I'm an assassin with mic skills sick as a monster
Listen to the detail, Never could I derail
You so stale, You try once but twice fail
You're just slow to the point, like dull snails
I treat cats like toys, man I pull tail
I've been at it, sparratic, this lines a hazard
My thoughts penetrate the laws of matter
Next rhymes the bomb dropped in japan
I bomb mics like afghans, never question where this man stands
I'm here to make plans, sell to fans, and kill this rap sh*t so forget the other man
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The flow of a dragon, soul of a monk
Walkin' these streets, my spirit is tough
The speed of a viper, strike of the elements
The peace of a buddhist preparin' a testiment. x2
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Let me lay it out for you in a matter of minutes
My lyrics and critics exist like ying yang's spirits
I drank from the fountain of pain, I moved on to crylon as I snapshot this life with my nikon
Never was my sight gone
I speak melodies, incite the ancients
I live in the temple of peace that remembers the slave ships where people were traded in cages
I write scrolls used by sages
A magician of words, I was bred by mages
My logo is a snow globe in a black and white photo
Riding like I'm dolo teachin' people sh*t like han solo
Got me ridin' backround, this circle is tighter than frodo's
You don't have to say it to live it, so I'm never yellin' yolo
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The flow of a dragon, soul of a monk
Walkin' these streets, my spirit is tough
The speed of a viper, strike of the elements
The peace of a buddhist preparin' a testiment. x2