[Verse 1: Greydon Square]

My flow’s elucidation

Within the black hole, I provided the lumination

I produced the stack flow, might have coded the lucid language

I own this we act low getting high flying music aimless

My fault

We hustle to carry means/Carey Means like Frylock

It’s Sybok

Seeing the human being as livestock

Cuz why not

Primed to be spewing scenes till time stops

Growing hip hop branches from trees that wasn’t pine rot

The sign pops

Red and white

Death and life

All just to let you know the path is mine blocked

Don’t try to find ops

It would not be worth it

You’ll ending up with more freak injuries than a sloppy circus

Drops be perfect for the hockey purpose

I’m trying to snipe on the wings and might see the boxing surgeon

Probably urgent

The last heartless

Black market’s last mass target

The vast barge’s crass task sergeant

Fuck high, when I hit grass I pass martians

Rough ride, whole new propulsion I blast off with

Cats talkin’

Different strays

You don’t want beef, you lack sausage

Disengage

Distant gaze of hundred miles

A hunter’s fowl prowl

With a different gauge

And it’s running wild

Run his crown

Numb his frown

If summit found

The plummet’s down

Silent violence

Stuck between interlopers and Zionist nihilists

Mountain out of molehill and It’s nothing to die on it

One eye on the prize the other eye on the lioness

Governments lie and its

Nothing to be surprised at, we suffer and lie in it

Chuck your prying eyes from the truth if you’re spineless

Better send the spooks in black suits if you spy on us

But how many could last still?

They’ll send Agent Smiths to enforce their Men in Black’s Will

Last meal? These cats absent they rap skills

Who swim around lake for bait with mad zeal

Excited to be biting

It’s likened to fighting Tyson with a lycan bred by M. Bison

Like thin lightening

I’ve been strikin

Summon my lyrics and I’ll offend titans

New world order

Hollywood and Wolfpac views for a quarter

Blunt ax used for the slaughter

A dumb trap of double sided thumbtack reviews for the authors

Ferengi with the business

Or end up in a sanctuary district

Bangin with the misfits

A changeling

Taking different angles when I spit shit

Amazing

A native to Gamma Quadrant

Slaves to the land of bosses

Our clan of nauseous top guns take to the air and hammer squadron

Prepared to fall if the hand dislodges

We raised on Rawkus

Beef and be unafraid to expand the mosh pit

I’m a lurk in the back with serpents in bag

But If it gets drastic I’m certain to blast

I’ve been surgical but I’m learnin' to gash

Attacks confirmed

A masochist Viltrumite and I learned it from Thragg

Classic spurn

Slash in turn

My rap is casket firm

With mad concerning facts to make your pastor squirm

It's all relatively dust when I smash the urn

If I’m Worf the son of Mogh then your ass is Kurn

Until we crash and burn

Class adjourned

You ain't ANTIFA you a fascist nerd

Seeking battle with the right you’d get your asses served

But they lack the nerve to take you off of the active turf

And if that’s absurd

...Seek Omni more than savior

See Quran Bible and Torah pages is toilet paper

Not sorry

Flow Wembenyama you can not guard me

...More pot than Jah, Rastas, and Bob Marley

I think If you ain't eatin' beats/beets then you are not starving

You only rock to keep a taut Barbie

The hip hop mansion we are plot carving

Constellation we are brought starlings

GU stopping you are not hardly