I'm the last of a dying breed

The food I feed is food for thought

I never fought the false accusations that they put me on

I know who I am , I stand and I preach to the weak

Hoping that they can hear me

And I was only 15 when I started to grind

Overtime every single fucking line was defined

Now I'm back on my feet

Contradiction is my self infliction

But my diction never fiction smelling your decomposition

Of your body , try to stop me , everybody wanna copy

All these entertainers in the game for the fame well

Talk about your watch

Spit all about your fake Versace

I'mma probably kill everybody with my fucking army

I spit wicked the lyrical Charles Dickens

Inflicted by hard bars and Gods from Hip Hop

Demolishing competition

That's always on my main agenda

Never spend a , penny that's word to my boy Sebby

I swear you not ready , put the world on your shoulders I bet that feel heavy

Take a look on the Tele

Gang bangs and rape and drug games

You think its gonna change but this is no phase

So welcome to the balcony , I'm spitting alchemy for everybody who's to blind to see. x2