[Verse 1: Poetic Mind]

The way I write my music it's like a secret society

Rare to find another one with my mentality

But when you do you know they real so actually

I hope the paper see my face like I was missing

But listen i'm hungry like a feined out teen

Who wasn't had there fix in weeks

Starved and weak they start to bob and weave

They falling deep no wisdom only rotten teeth

That's why you see I have an open heart

Vocal art cuz they fallin off like Owen Heart

[Verse 2: Poetic Mind]

I am a lyrical surgeon

By removing cancer that's emerging

From the MC's that's an emergency/EMERGE MC's

It urges me to be a better person

Then they talking mad wow

But we finna see now

Leave em feelin' senile

Now they in the sea now

Drowning egos, so we free now

I can’t believe how, they perceive clout

But i foresee it now... (x2)

[Verse 3: Poetic Mind]

Underground to floating on surface

Maintain the currents with the serpents

Swimming silently it's has to be

They sold there soul to be a servant

But I keep mine in my verses like a sermon

So i'm serving for a purpose

Learning and leaning to balance till it's worth it

I don't care about rocking the biggest stages

I just want my music to be lived on for the ages

Like having more meaning then Mozart’s pages

I make classics like my name is

Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin or Nat King Cole

[Verse 4: Poetic Mind]

I just wanna break the system, that we living in

Like a hacker exploiting the viruses of CNN

Cuz we seein em' truth be leaking in

Full of more green and greed

Then feminist and vegans is

I'm in the booth working on my substances

Crafting new material as if it was a meth lab

Put your brain up on my test slab

Injecting knowledge that would make you OD

New to the game but they sayin i'ma OG

Oh see the pills that they prescribing you

Making you sick an slowly killing you

Putting chemicals in your brain as they tricking you

Telling you that you're insane with the meds that they giving too

[Verse 5: Poetic Mind]

Rhymes infinite i'm killing with

I'm so on point i'm cutting off the ligaments

So much bars just like a prison is

Crucify em in the public, like some christian shit

They divide the unity just like religion is

I've had it, my habit, is havoc, illmatic

My talent, so savage, craftmatic

When I speak they say inducing panic

Wordplay is organic, welcome to my planet

Welding words together like i was mechanic

[Verse 6: Poetic Mind]

These rappers cause a chain reaction

When they rappin' bout chains with guns clacking

No applause from me, but we can get to clapping

I react and listen like I was the The Listener

Listening to similar artist with no signatures

My literature is sinister

You can get your wrist slit if you just have the nerve

Then i'll reserve your blood to paint a picture in return

You in the wrong lane kid, no wonder why U-TURN

I bet you'd use my ashes

Mix it up with ink to say you write with passion

Because you lack it, in your own words

You a loan-er/loner lack of vocal cords

Cuz these metaphors, fit in place like metal chords

I'm going towards, destruction like my name was thor

Cuz i'm always giving points to settle scores

Then they wanting war

But they ghost writing an most biting

No wonder why they lacking spirit

And i don't wanna hear it

They study my lines while writing a diss

But lack a line of study... so please just call it quits..