{Verse 1}

The forces of nature conform in the ways that

Storage bin wasters are drawing equations

That lords are amazed at chords that get played back

And hung drawn and quartered and thought of in Maybachs

One war makes orphans, important so raise hands

Stumble through orders you thought of while mates drank

Crumble the corners of the planet while staying sat

In your quarters with a quarter and a Porsche on mainland

Lungs sworn was the truth now once more in the suit

Jumped forth from the booth and swung force at the roof

I naturally actually acted on apathy and grabbed an exact

Gravity from the apple tree

{Verse 2}

Mental fortitude from the pen I swore to use

I learned a new language like I went to foreign schools

My Jurassic capacity shoots back at the blasphemy

Blew raps internationally two hands on the cavity

Assume that’s where I haven’t been you have to adapt to me

Blue tacked is where rappers be suit grabbed 

The tune slaps abuse dad in a family

Flew at the moon land and fuse that with capacity

Of two raps that prove I’m an apogee

But metapoetic themes are never commended it seems

Never pretended to be something but clever and friendly 

Severing heads on a beat I’ll forever be grateful

And never unfaithful to the pen the fables 

I'll just keep sending them phlegm and a faceful