[Verse 1]

My sonnets sound like comets, when I attack

My freestyle leaves a three mile crater at the equator

From the deep impact

A natural disaster, and rapid attack

No animal, vegetable or minerals left in tact

In fact, I bombard black and whites

With hard raps like hail [and blow away in gales]

I even make you shake like the san andreas landscape

And eartquakes that rate, nine point eight on Richter scales

Then rip apart pretenders

With a freestyle that starts in the middle of March

And goes on till November

I intend to, rhyme as long as I'm alive

Catch me live, in two-thousand-twenty-five, anno domini

Been dropping lyrics since a juvenile

To rocking mics on my stag night, and down the wedding aisle

I'll even bust a verse at the birth of my first child

There's no stopping me, I'll freestyle till I'm senile

[Verse 2]

I spar with Mars and discard those who sell out for fame

I re-arrange the stars, so they spell out my name

Then at night time, my pseudonym illuminates black skies

And when I write rhymes, lines burn like [track sides]

[And whole cars] I hijack, kicks, snares and hi-hats

I breathe hell-fire to melt the polar ice caps

Then freeze the ensuing floods with a cold stare

[Pursuing the blood scent of those cos my nose hair]

[Knows where, goes spare, no clothes] I'm ruthless

I stop, cough and spit mucus at the useless

And now that i've got that off my chest let me provide a

Fighter with a dentist to remove each incisor

My speech rides the beat, the chemist I'm stayin true

I make crews say 'praise due' at my stage début

I never get to take two, I'm on point in one take

I'll be breaking new grounds, while you're taking a break

A breakthrough in future sounds thats a fitting description

Of the diction I spit in the event of any friction

Listen, as I demonstrate the power of speech

With each word I make the earth quake beneth your feet

And when the sun becomes cold, and the globe overheats

I'll retreat to the moon, and watch evolution repeat

The elite, I'll battle your whole fleet with no beat

Acapella in the street, when you meet your defeat

So we can hear, precise and clear

Precisely what it takes to make a whack rapper disappear

To be exact my pen'll bring a end to your career

Then you'll spend your remaining years living in fear

{scratch} my lyric will make a non-believer see a miracle