[Verse 1]

Eventually mentally unprepared

Tick tock then boom under the snare

Mind snaps from contact, now you under repair

I drop the sense made from ten planes, it’s not fair

Ain’t no terrorist but as a child created disaster out of thin air

Now into creation of magic, you watch his mouth move and ask how that happened

Describing, empathizing with wild passion

Develop a style slapping beats together with The Ancient One crafting

Space stations upon blazing patterns

Something bumping in our trunk if you see us head-smacking

So hard our chest open up to our heart and bleed all over the work

That create the purpose, gotta sacrifice a couple of drips of sweat

Nevertheless, you won’t forget this process

I envelop myself in attempting originality is scary and sacred

Keep it moving, exposing yourself and face it

Doing this no matter the viscous, thickness provided by an idle mind

I collect the segments while I idle by

I develop a style wild, no metallic ball-shaking, just my mind bouncing off walls and pavement

Anaconda length in flows

But with the graces of angels hovering between

Trying to live and finding something sacred

I meditate on the point to awaken further ministration

Just in case I run into a case that needs me to send healing to all of the burnt out places

Let's focus together, watch it get better as time flies by it amazes me

The sway in these beats

I love it when the music just takes my heart and saves it

[Verse 2]

I mean jeez…

Us banging on this beat will leave ya

Aspiring to be a betta whatever

Don’t repeat the line dropped if it’s too clever

You didn’t get it, your mind might pop

Expansion in progress and no it don’t stop

Truth echo louder and longer than the sound of a Glock

Information to spray you with if you ain’t on lock

I rock the game from 2nd to top

Just in case I inquire information to change my mind and the top gets dropped no limits, boundaries or pitstops

I don’t wanna hear no bitching or fussing, take a piss in a ziplock

I rip rock to create mass all the pressure relations fill in the stress gaps

Infinitely blessed bap

Hecka stressed is a way of life I no longer wanted to live because I became the best at

Dodging responses from monsters that are only out to start a rent rack

I’m done getting and giving half a check, that’s

Taken to better an administration of the wack

I revel with the rebels if you with the math

Knowledge is equipment that’ll keep you from getting hacked at, beaten and scratched, gouged, grouped and flagged

I made it out of the cell of my mind with a pen and my grind and there ain’t no way I’m going back

All my pads noted fat

Mind melts your shit like candle wax