{Verse 1}

Covered in words like the street be with graffiti

To compete with me your words need to be in 3D

I leave beastly CDs and each beat

Sees me from 3 feet to kingly

Take a look at the moving pictures I serve for days

This is what I call the Cuban linkless purple tape

When they hit you I’m assuming lyrics will hurt your face  

Concern your fate with words earned and learned from greats

This Bizzare kid’s alarming, I surpass shit with bar sticks

My laugh it’s, bit jarring but it’s helpful for adlibs

I mean adlibs but this rap shit’s bit drastic

I been captured, I’m an addict to this acid

I’m a war monger for this I was born hungered

The shit you’re coming with’s a bit poor must admit 

How many times can I say about the weapons I have? the pen and the pad

Anyone can get it, I’m a benevolent man

I’ll keep coming back I’m the head of a scab

You make it dry, you’re a desiccant sash 

I don’t even think I can get better at rap

I’m second to the devil and I’ll never get back

My head was on that level down in hell I hit back

Hit people with lines that have been equal 

To times where a thin needle was nice 

These rhymes fit keyholes in life

I had to grit teeth and decide 

To get adequate I have to pen amateur

Now I’m the next challenger bound by blessed grammar words

Basic shit puts me to sleep like lavender incense

I’m basically committing a fucking massacre with pens 

I capture anything I want like a camera thick lens

Let’s skip the filer and get straight to the hamburger quick then

I prefer the old shit, has beens are better

Prefer people who are strapped with the pens to strapped with the leather

Better to be attracting the cheddar or have things to be best at

Than to have your head capped in like Azpilicueta 

I’m acting accordingly, this not an act this is normalcy

Belligerent tracks I’m splitting this wax metaphorically

Bringing it back to spitting the raps about war and peace

Filling up Mac’s, spilling on pads what was taught to Eve

The reign of terror on my notes page

Displayed blade Osage insane rage

Propane contains flames from goats brains

My name states I’m double you in ways made by rope chains