Yeah, I’m asking for the mic stand like I knocked Tyson out

Fast and furious as fury is but stop violence now

I’m choosing this and using this consuming it

Like shop buyers or rock miners

You’ve got diamonds, I’ve got wiseness

I mean wisdom, sometimes my writing system might make mistakes 

But I’m too calculated for it to take away the genius I may display

I may not make a wave but ill throw it out like paper planes

When I say make a wave I mean wave like sound waves

Like ground shakes or reverb in loud caves

Or waves like cultural outrage 

Picket signs outside your house gates

Current wave like Tame Impala’s album face

I’ll take it as far as allowed in space 

Breaking past the barrier that sound has placed

Edgar Allen meant for rapping 

Send em packing with the strength of lanterns

All colours, pads are full smothered

Crazy person’s brains is working but it

Looks unintelligible walls covered

Fun to mention I wasn't a kid running from police with dogs barking behind them

I was scribbling in notes, riddles and jokes like cons in Arkham Asylum

Little did I know one spark from my stylus was sharp enough to blind em

Once they realise that harm comes with bias I'll start to beguile them

I'm dark, smart with the rhyming like Stark with the iron

Occupational raps causing population collapse 

One click of the finger and I’ve got ways in

Cosplaying, gods stay rich cos they’re not wasting on snap

I’m weak counting cards the only diamonds I’d speak about in bars

I wouldn’t leave out the heart

Because when I exit this club you’ll need a spade

To dig my passion from the yard 

This shit is too deep I’m doing it for fifty two weeks