[Verse 1]

She sells sea shells, I rap styles intricate like embroidery patterns

Sleep and dream of performing shows, like what if it happened

Recite in the mirror, hold a deodorant can as the microphone

These diamond lines like crack rock are concocted from the finest stones

I go god mode, look into the cosmos wide-eyed

Night-time is my time, brother, I commit crimes when I write lines

These prison sentences, these mental battles are knife-fights, I

Never censored zen, I just sensed I’d be a sensei with my penmanship

I’ll afford shows, be chauffeured, to be shown Fords

Assortments of assorted mints, and with my sword in hand

I sawed the land, through it’s core and only saw two men

I’m sore too, man, engine troubles, I sought to land, but fought it back

Afforded cables to jump me into the promise land

Worked hard, nobody promised land, so I stopped for a moment, killed the mic, now rock the pad

I turn minds from derelict relics to blessings that revel in specialist flows

Tune out when other emcees spit, but in tune when they listen to Lume

[Verse 2]

Who imported normally unimportant ornaments and poured them in to the poorer kids

Whoring shit like cutlery, what the 'fork' is this

Pause the applause and let me finish, then you can haul applause

I’ll storm the gates of the hall of fame with my army when they call my name

Stored away and locked up in a forgotten storage place are my brawling days

But I’ll throw fists if you insist on calling shots on my distorted ways, ‘conform’ they say

I won’t change for no one, no system, no-nothing

I’m sorry, but I won’t just go away

I’ll hit with you with that supernova style, I’ll go for miles

Until I scope the dial on E (E), then refuel and reach the peak (peak)

Until I stand upon the summit, and plant my flag

The one that nothing could bleach (bleach), I (I) won’t be seen until I’ve (I’ve) defied said feat

Real recognise real, so I’ll be expecting my deal -

I’m ill, it’s apparent every time I let these rhymes spill

Mine will stand the test of time, these musical pharmaceuticals

So overdose, go comatose, and comply that I define skill

Get infected with the disease, the virus, the syndrome, I don’t pin hopes

I blast them with a nail gun and remember the ways to survive I’ve been shown

Work ’til I can slouch in the kings throne, and I occupy the spot from ninth to first

The best verse you’ve ever heard’s just been wrote