{Verse 1}

Bullet points are black holes I’m blasting the stars

Disarming the parts of words to put together I’m crafting the bars

It’s only right I was born to use mics 

I share names with Rakim and Nas

Fossils screwed into tonsil tubes

What I’m on still shouldn’t be underestimated

My hunger segregated from the ones who never made it

My disciples call what powers me apostle fuels

Taken no L’s but I spit like llama

Whole shelves my mixtapes harder Lil Wayne bit of Jay Carter

Sleepless nights trouble in wisdom the Dalai Lama 

Grab my partner attack life Dahmer

Might appear frowzy however you found me I’m

Reminiscing about the halcyon days 

Loudly amazed by the sounds in the scapes 

I was round 6-8 a child in a haze 

When I found people who put words ogether like puzzle pieces

A double thesis subtle sequence 

A week in I’ve written a dozen speeches

Don’t need to share em it’s mine so fuckin leave it

Attack cerebrals to change ideologies 

My brain might odyssey I’ll change slightly probably 

But my novel is the Hierapolis, combined comic strips

My eyes and mind shine bright so try stopping this

I’m in a meditative state when I’m penetrating breaks

Never felt so much peace when my pen is waving mage 

Degradating days made me set and spray with rage

Detrimental with my mental pencil blades and existential brain 

Planets stop align in orbit 

Tragic loss when the violins walk in

Macintosh with the finest recordings

I have been watched by the eyes of stalking

The massive box that I’ve been forced in

I grabbed it popped from inside and caustic

The man who fell to earth

Sent around to shell a verse 

The crash that smelt and burned 

Into a land that’s weld by words 

My hands are bent and curved my planet’s separate curse

My plan is to send my verbs

My thoughts is what caused this sauce this

Morning drawn from an sorcerers yawn it’s

Spawned from storm and pawned from lords given

Born kids in orphanage a sore pick at your writtens or spitting

Support systems help me draw image that couldn’t be more vivid

A sight for sore vision, a light in poor visib

Behind a door sitting waiting for a gossiping 

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