I don’t spit unless the potion is potent

Regarded alchemist, Vocation is chosen

Flask rosen, I spit blood sermons

Binding words so perturbed you know I just drank a truth serum

Diagnosis: aggressive perfectionist

Symptoms are: writing till their lines are best

Treatment is: never letting tongue rest

Always feed incessant need to rap until the sunsets

And even then, don’t stop the carnage

They’ll become ravenous, try to feed them cannabis

Chance they’ll be riotous. If that happens, analyst will

See what keeps the Flow always in their prime

Duality’s always at the crux of it

Causality never happens to fatalist

Never wonder ‘bout the odds against Daedalus

Destiny is framed with my words being praised

Watch me

Critically acclaimed fun guy like Matsuzaki

Generating spores, leading wars like Hammurabi

Analyzing plays, getting paid like Charles Barkley

Incipient praise, first place, you can’t stop me

The alchemist always finds the hidden path

You go and laugh while I accumulate the cash

Concoctions in the lab got me feeling kind of savage

Trynna live lav, my words bring transit

All across the globe, woe and behold

My mind mold makes gold like supernova

A saga unfold, on Jehovah mode (wait hold up)

A saga unfold, on Jehovah mode

The birth been told, it starts on my go

Switching up flows all over my prose

Decimating foes, there’s a murder of crows

I leave ‘em breathless you know?

I spit a verbal K.O