Bro I let me pen leak, whatever my lens see

I reek of deep sense, u green from envy

Materialist pig, u really a rich kid

I'm really a activist, really a catalyst

I'm really in those circles u encult with baphomets

Journalists, ends the justify the means I really do paraphrase

Playing your games till your playing mine

Giving u attention till u pay me with your mind

Seen the east end to the 34th precinct

Burning cross for sheep skin, herbivore, ya beef stink

Perpetrator, man my turban game strong

Losing our sons 2 early like Kurt Cobain moms

Weary and tired like Kurt Cobain garms

But I will never crack like my vertebrae bronx

I would set ablaze bronx, on a Wednesday binge

Only built for cuban links I’m still bumping Raekwon