The villains are gripping the cannons

Grim Reaper ripping a tantrum

Tripping over the tilting of balance

I'm rising out of the ashes of my kingdom

As a bastard gifted and honing his talents

With the talons of a falcon seizing every opportunity

Tune into the tube and you can see that this is truly me

The unruly, sticking up passengers of a train

To get access to the track so I can damage it smoothly

Spell Framig with an asterisk

Like an ad lib, I'm going after it

I live with amplified ambulance sirens, the slamming of iron

Tryna find a way to handle it

I treat the beat like an addict

Channeling Charlie Sheen, battling sleep paralysis

Crafting Paterson Blues, having it on the tabernacle

While I'm hanging on the avenue

I give 'em a tab, I give 'em a dose

I been in the lab, this that mic check uno dos

I'm sick of funerals in front of my crib

Pickpocket, if not rocket blasting individuals

Mister Silk City

The fix in their syringes, twisted, mischievous

The fiends in the alleyway like there he is

Maneuver through the drug users

To location of tombstone so I can bury this

Incendiary flows

I'm disrespectful, it's free RetcH until he's let go

When I'm gone, put me next to legendary ghosts

Rest in peace Biggie

Ready to Die was the recipe Biggie

The reckless record Rapture reckoned chapel's relic

Master puzzle piece to the rest of me Biggie

The lyrical middle finger roll

To blast me would be blasphemy

Cause the mass I bleed would paint a stain glass window

Tookie Framez don't give a fuck though

You can't get past the surface, put away the microscope

I might just stroll to an open mic show

As the maestro of mightiest flows

My blow kill the microbes infiltrating my hip-hop

Signed Edgar Allan Snow