My carnivorous intuition's been gripping my sense and vision

I'm tempted to sin and vent, I begin to begin again

'N.A.P.S.' - the synonym for winning men

My medicine's at ready, asthma spinning my hesitance

A good inhaler puff to make me think I'm brave enough

To turn into Goliath (with David's brain just to make me tough)

My element is water, I'm with Moses and Noah, Katara, Ugly God, and Emmett Till- wait, too far

My bad, I'm sorry, my brain is just slightly charred (y'all can figure out why though)

See, I don't even smoke and my brain cells are out here getting fried, and

My name is getting said so much my grandma thought I must have died

That's easy shit to be doing, out in these streets we've been perusing, we do shit to spark the movement

Y'all clueless until we bloom, it's the Cahn

See

Rap is competitive and all these niggas is dead to this, adrenaline gets 'em and I kill them with simple sentences like

"Who dat boy" and "Who him is"

Erroneous composition of phonics, and I'm still the shit;

A spectacle, marvel, bar setting core of disordinance

These cognitive statements, for when you're locked in the basement

I put the ransom in their hands as my sinister psyche dances nigga

Criminal minds, as they combine to write rhyme

I'm ahead of my time

And since this moment is potent hoe

Take note this the omen