(Intro:)

He hit me so hard in the chest

That, the next thing that I know

Was low altitude flight to St. Johns Hospital

Surrounded by four nuns

[Verse 1]

She really knocked me out

I had my doubts but plastered all over tarp

Masculinity gone like

Sharp pain in my rib, it snapped

I try and look for dust

To make up another one of us

Or should I trouble "Him"

Am I the only one still?

May have been alone like silent assassin

I hit men, on accident's basis

What's your sour faces for?

Tongue twist like a sour patch? I'm Bored

I'll flip the script and be the best

From the way way back on iron shores

Winter never left here, empty never iron throne

Four scores ago were no independence days

Like will Smith

(how come he don't wan't me man)

I rock this mic, fresh prince

To bag these pinks

Pack these greens

Why they don't want me

I say the unspeakable

And speak these things

I hear it, streets

I'll fill in the deets

Like daily planner

Where are my manners

This here Xander

I'm on my seventh hell

Seventh bender, but

The only rings are golden

Prison mates

Surly and fussing over each other

No soul mates, but soles hurt

From walking away

Still I'm dusty like a rodent

My heart hurts

And my mind went absolvent

So the only thing you're getting

Is that silence that is golden

[Verse 2]

But if surprise made me lose my eye on a prize

Know that I won't be this nice next time

I serve cold cuts like Prosciutto

Your essence smaller than Pluto

I'm goofing off seeing you choose it

You thought that you could this

You're nothing but socks inside my shoes

I muffle you like a tv host news

Muting your channel

While I'll let out my muse

Making herself slowly apparent

I'll let pick your own fatality

Your fate is set in stone

Like Newton wrote the laws of gravity

I'm father to the bone

A better prisoner I'm deserving amnesty

I'm sucking on these bones of enemies

Narrowing in the marrow, it's sweet with hint of

Cloverfield like Ramona's holding cell

I'm exploding ovaries like spaceship

At the end of movies

I'm using more analogies than a vinyl, sue me

Ring the pigs, your life is digital like a siren

Nowadays I try to think non-violently though

Making strides myself I think I'm likely be

Hit once but never two times

Lightly stepping I'm Roy Jones in his prime

I'll come out always lookin alive

Two hands behind my back, no lie

Two hands behind my back, till the day I die

[Verse 3]

I'm marking second coming of victory

Making third lap around them, on mic

Like Jordan, prime rib, swirling my

Prowess, who would have think he's

Powers like superheroes with no trousers

Writing these tight lyrics I do feel fears

Like Agoraphobia I'm more of a stay at home

Hobbyist, legs hairer than a Hobbit's is

My flow new like century

You mind just blew like twenty five times

This is my venture

To you all adventures there

I'm like a run-on sentence

I run on you without sentencing

Execute your cuticles

Nailing down you beautifully

Because I am my father's son

And his shadow does weigh a ton

But two hands

Behind my back, no lie

I wrote that, with heart crossed

To the day I die

I'mma come out

Always lookin alive

Two hands behind my back, no lie

Two hands behind my back

(Outro:)

Real pro hits you

It isn't like you see these

Bar room brawls or these westerns

"big punch"

It's BOOM, next thing you know:

You're talking to angels