I cant think im on the brink of destruction
My minds weak caused from overproduction
The beat plays and it calls with such seduction

That it rattles my brain but it leads to reconstruction
Everyday i cry these tear drops of ink
Release it from my minds eye soon to be falling into sync

How to help me you cant tell me you dont know me
Better bow down cuz you wont dethrone me
I told you once so you know im the king

Lyrics are venomous always packs a sting
Feel it coursing through your body and it paralyzes limbs
While your twitching on the ground im looking at you with a grinn

Im deadly on my game potent like the grim reaper
Raining heavy for the fame chosen by the gate keeper
Cuz practice makes perfect know this %#@! im self tought

Like main is it worth it? i dont care cuz i wont stop
When im spitting im the beat i feel like im chosen
Im in the moment everything is golden

But some times i just cant focus
Stay open its not hopeless
I like to think im raw

Spread drops on ink cant draw
But i can paint you a picture
Regarding the scripture with firey figures

Burning up until you blister