Here I am, spitting for the fying fluck of it

Understand, I kill amateurs quick y'all can suck a twig

Listen fam, when I take over you ain't touchin shit

Missile scan, I'm clutching the survival chip

Oh man here we go, heads up or divide in teams

Time to prepare a month, or on the spot 16's

Shit or even dot 9's

I get in your face, fluck you mean you got rhymes

Cats is cartooney

I drop hella specific futuristic blast with impact system lifting Gripping glimpses, vistas

Life and death are sisters, choose one to be with ya

You switch up one for the other cuz life's the bitch one

Well as the living one's see it, now you rest in peace

If life and death sisters, then fame is the niece

She goes on forever while we don't exist

And monuments built for the blood that was spilt

For the world of the livest, I record the word virus

Straight from holy Osiris for the web and papyrus

So if you see me, now we met for infinity

Maybe 2000 AD I was down with the trinity

Man, woman, miracles in ourselves woven, our pasts open

Get so high you stay sober

I sent over the code, the code this mother fluckin formula

This is all for you

"Go Adam, go eat out of the garden, eat. Out of this garden forever. All your lives you will work solely for your food and you shall gain your food by the sweat of your brow until you return to the ground, for dust you are, and to dust you shall return, so..."