Part I - Produced by Anno Domini

Verse:

Practicing hours and hours for the lesson in Heaven

It all comes down to 8 hours, hope it’s impressing the brethren

Setting the level, I need to write with deadly precision

If I ever think I’m gonna have a separate session

Prerequisite met and I need to have serenity present

Clear mind so I can truly represent where my head is

Will I ever be the man? Will I cement my remembrance?

My legacy learnt from? I’ll embark on a quest for these questions

Won’t settle for less, I’m much better than the average person

Madman with verses, nobody wants to battle the wordsmith

Going toe to toe with me, man, is that even worth it?

You’re telling me to foot the bill, I’m snatching your purses

Back and dispersing the rhythms with tenacity certain

When rapping your words I’m hiding behind the back of your curtains

Cracking a smirk with a list of perfect adjectives, verbs and

I’m planning a murder, you rappers going back on the burner

This is light work, when I burst, I scribble it down and write first

These vipers will strike yours whenever they see your mic work

Take my verses aligned perfect, time will show a slight curve

In cyphers, when night turns, I’m leaving with blood on my white shirt

Who you know this young who can deform and destroy?

Ill with a pen ever since I was born as a boy

Airborne, I’m writing this while on a course to Detroit

But while these lyrics are written I’m sitting sort of annoyed

Cause sometimes an hour’s all the time that I need

But other times an hour doesn’t even water the seed

It all depends on if I’m watering a bush or a weed

Or if I’m searching for the strength to put the work in a tree

Substance abuse, I’m not talking drugs, but this pen’s ink

When things get hard I scribble on the page so intensely

I’m renting, this mind ain’t mine, it’s the Hell that’s in me

When I’m singing, keep in mind that I am just the Devil thinking

So all the hating, I ain’t just gonna settle with

Another masterpiece and I’m breaking all their heads with it

I spent a lot of dough in this game like James Cameron did

Investing in myself ‘til they’re paying me for my penmanship

My brain is a maze, basically a labyrinth

The way I navigate is through pages of the rapping and

Regardless of the day that you all are hearing

Today’s January 30, I’m lacing it on my twentieth

Part II - Produced by Wyshmaster

Verse:

Hop off the block onto this beat, pop off a lot, did you miss me?

I’m gonna rock ‘til I’m history, profiting zip cheese, if you think

That I’m gonna stop then you’re not even listening

Write for my comrades and not the industry

I’d show you bops but the plot is so lengthy

Thought I was lost ‘til I got in a ten speed

Not talking cars, man, it’s high and it’s windy

Y’all on the ground

Me, I prefer to be stepping on clouds

Look out the window, I’m cracking a smile

Tell me, how could they be reaching me now?

They’re cracking a frown, I’m climbing the pile

Pen is my hiking stick, I’m on a mount

Defying the odds, I know I’m gonna mount

To everything I had worked out as a child

I’m just that guy man, I am not in my prime yet until I’m making diamonds

I ain’t lying when I say the chances of that happening someday to me though is higher than

The plane that I am in, as I scribe and I’m writing my goals down with my rhyme pen

Used to write ‘em in pencil because I was doubting my skills but now I know that I’ll win

Bro, I dropped my first album at sixteen and the kid I was back then had big dreams

Even if I had sub-par delivery, I’m still learning to chop up lyric sheets

My second effort was a big leap, now I’m twenty, see what I’ve got in me

Jumping level to level’s a thin breeze, I’m not stopping ‘til I’m on a Swizz beat

So you do not want a problem, I am going toe to toe with all of them

Though I’m nice on the mic, I am not your friend, I deliver these pieces like brother’nem

Sammy lost another job again, the next day I converted my bars to film

The next week I recorded my document then I dropped a song with Jehry Robinson

Now I’ve flown to Michigan, snow out the window and blowing the wind on them

Snake on the track, I am flowing so intricate, weaving my words in and boa constricting it

Most never see what the world is beholding, far from Australia, socially distancing

Going so dizzy and no, I’m not drinking cause here twenty-one’s what the alcohol limit is

Feels so unreal, you’d know if you visited, sum’n from a movie like rolling the cameras and

Since this is close to the coldest the Winter gets, I’m making flames just to thaw out the instruments

I’m boutta finish, I’ll go to four minutes, that’s two for the first and two for the second, this

Birthday could not go no better, I’m serious, rap in Detroit, that’s the goals of a lyricist

Tick off my bucket list…

Outro:

How old you gotta be to drink in Australia? Uh, eighteen

What the fuck! Hahaha, yea, we’ve been drinking for two years and we get here and it’s restricted, haha

Just go south of 8 Mile, they’ll serve you…