{Verse 1}

Purple LEDs on dispersing cursive weapons phenom

Studying verses on left CDs that Nas put on tree trunks

Collect them and take them home to study so I can learn from elite ones

Let’s see what your beliefs on cos this the type of arts and crafts

That’s hard to grasp, is your heart in bars?

Or is your desire in the diamonds and funds, items and pubs

I always win cos when I write I have fun

I wanna be heard, need a free house when I record cos I don’t wanna be heard

They’ll probably support me but I prefer to not be observed 

Don’t wanna be herd into a normal life without expressing properly first

On lists I gotta be first, plot twist conflicts I can make a mockery hurt

On skin locked in astronomically birthed

Cos I’m not an ounce political but my power kills them all

Been around I’m cyclical the sound of sick little 

Awej deals with fools the profound liquid he spits at bitches

Will burn away all the love held by your sis and mistress

{Verse 2}

Life’s a bitch but I forbid the bitch to boss me

Lines are rich so I’m wealthy but it cost me

Blood on hands from the amount I’m writing 

I get blistered fingers but the longer I hold a pen I’m proud and smiling

Till I’ve been the sickest and my shits diminished there’s nothing I care more about than rhyming

I’ll put you out of work

Surround the burbs in scriptures written in a thousand words

I’m crown deserved king Awej the first

Santa decided that this year im allowed a curse

At the summit of my precipice, there’s something I never miss

Stacking cheddar chips, cos I write better shit

Lines put you in holes like ketamine

My rhymes make me whole they’re my therapist 

I’m a hip hop separatist at the tip top you will not get next to this

I stand out like being at a funeral in leopard skin

This the exodus of weak emcees

Their breaths are just less than us 

The best is just yet to come