20 steps ahead of your best play 27 years with out a rest date Press play. Check mate. 16 pieces keep the set straight 16 bars to the pieces of this essay ..and they all work in pairs shifting board patterns over 64 squares Quickly form layers of snares paired with rare Vinyl. nothing can compare to finally to getting where Trial and error carried my effort that made me letter better Passages of clever endeavors that got my passion tethered ..in every move I’m making ever Grooves on a break record hold my fate together A better metaphor of how it's better form of five letter game played on black and white checker board Pressure formed perfection like the diamond string on her neck hangs Check mate. Next game. It's a chess game. How many moves to the finish? King and his Queen Each song is a pawn It's the rhythm of my dreams and I want y'all to sing a long My bishop’s less religious think Pac in Juice to catch the vision My diction's  so meticulous in the pocket the skill is vicious Bobby Fischer how I plot a move and see the picture Strategize the battle lines and come to find the scene is bigger ..I'm seeing it through it like an x-ray Check mate. Next game. It's a chess game. How many moves to the finish?

Go hard Flow art Mozart on a note chart Most emcees no heart I compose bars So sharp so far Pass you like slow cars on the highway Get wild. Hey! Razor blade under my tongue Dynamite lit we all on the run My pen is a gun Picking off a target on pendulum hung Split a bullseye blind folded serious stun Hear this and hum in mysterious tongues Delirious from the series of drums That got your ears numb Sum of all fears Crushing all tiers of opposition I shift gears Make sound appear from NOTHING Now that's wild but so am I Controlling mics my aim go like golden eye Original flow holder with soul to get vibe live How we gone act when it hit that time tonight?! Wild Put ya style on trial Venom in a vial In a minute run a mile Infinite imagery in every single file Get Wild! Going wild like the west was I spit it just cuz Whats inside my head sorta like a best of Familiar sound that you ain't even heard yet My words get wild compile em into perfect Habitats for habitual magic match my incredible level of malevolence when I rap And see the evidence on a track when I attack yo Welcome to the wild son there ain't no turning back Wild Got it hittin like fittin like 3 15's in a box and they sittin right Over top of 6 12's Fresh of the shelves Turn it up Make it bump You can feel for yourselves You can hear it in the lyrics Fear it like evil spirits appearing in the mirror image Then disappearing from sight How we gone act when it hit that time tonight?! Wild Put ya style on trial Venom in a vial In a minute run a mile Infinite imagery in every single file Get Wild!

Work magic like tricks up the sleeve Flow mad elaborate check the thick web I weave Never be too quick to believe Some people stay scheming too quick to deceive But me? Slick with a beat Even skipping a beat Spit a stutter more fluid than liquid could be Gutter to the bluish sky picture I see Picture me in 3D when they play my mp3's Don't play on MPC's but it still plays proper Everyday I slay emcees with ROTA cross the rockers Style that offer talks from prince to pauper Permanent residence here y'all just renting lockers Work magic that's evident. Hear me spitting heart stoppers Skill is irrelevant here in a world of chart toppers That kill intelligence fear the work the monster conjures Kick verses in Kanji Ganja got me fly like bombers Fat man and little boy style gap band you little toys I back hand these raps and I track styles you will enjoy Crack smiles but still avoid the wack styles some will employ Rack minds with phat lines cuz mama said kill it boy… Magic I work it Add in a perfect Pattern The wordsmith reporting back in for service Serving y'all off the surface My words are my worship Personal messages left in the press that I'm turning Stress that I'm turning with less of a burden Never a second guess to stress me now concerning Directions that It's curving Learning lessons I'll insert into this next section of verses But before I can unearth them I'll decompress what's been unnerving me Urgently and verbally worded to get these urges free Marry words to virgin beats whether or not you heard of me Flash of light then I'm gone Move like an emergency Disturbingly burn to third degree thoughts that I can't earn my keep When my words emerge to see the light of day my works complete Make you cut it out like surgery MAGIC when I'm swerving murky circles in these purple greens.

I always heard that the sky was the limit. That the sky was the limit (The sky was the limit) Sky was the limit But I was living limitless Check out my second release called it unlimited It caught a little press about how I can fit some intricate Ripples of sound into a package that’s fit for listening Skip a bit in time like a scratch cd spin to the present where I'm currently revisiting A mind scape that shaped the place that I'm living in I'm the only one defining what my limit is Abilities with similes leave em silly see I be really be aiming high with the agility I spill in these Clips of verbal virility. To tracks I bring fertility Back of my mind knowing that nothing can really limit me Graphic: For imagery Melee: For endlessly fighting that rebel's struggle til the end of me My enemy is weakness competing To try and keep me from reaching What I've been aiming for seeking Sky ain't nowhere close to even I always heard that the sky was the limit. That the sky was the limit (The sky was the limit) Sky was the limit But I was aiming higher The same desire fires me still. I made entire Albums that make the synapses in your brain fire Some of y'all make music I verbally paint choirs Create an empire sound round the globe From downloads to shows that's just how it goes Get it off the ground and watch how it grows Stay fly never callin in ground control Got cloudy vision because of the heights I'm living in They say the sky's the limit but the universe unlimited By confines of minds that never seem to comprehend The concept that I'm here on the mic offering Don't stop until you get there if you get where I'm coming from upon some kick snare that sits square In the middle of pivotal rhythms I mix to get at you Aiming over the sky with every syllable…

We're living in the long con gone wrong From Mike Brown to Trayvon they want us all gone So I keep a cold heart when the heat is on Keep it honest with you people Keep keepin on Don't bend don't break They came in with plan how many years before it takes You thinking next move they play the end game My pen frames the page to get you engaged Enraged with how the states keeping women and men caged For a variety of reasons Submit to illegal search and seizures or they're charging you with treason Torture chamber saws knives and tweezers Whatever it takes please her Justice was blind but she peeked Now she sees in color anytime the gavel speaks Getting sweated by the beast They're the danger in the streets Hands up yelling don't shoot and they still squeeze Please Get more facts for free Til they turn the farms to factories Well I guess that one keeps on passing me by Anytime I drive through a landscape of signs thats telling me to buy Buy. Buy. Buy what they're selling! It's backed by former felons That ran for office turned a profit Yo! Now they're telling you what to do and who to do it with Picture this. As seen through government tv screens Corruption for some green blurs the line between military and police Believe That none of this will cease How many times you seen a scene of violence inflicted on those that's seeking peace? This country makes monsters til it can't control em Then it drop bombs exploding when the bullets can't hold em Back. And I Can't relax when the prison populations how they making they're stacks Follow the money you gone trace it back To some trouble in the bushes. Straight facts Plus an entertainment industry controlled by 6 conglomerates And they all got a hand in this prison complex kids So you can ignore it while they profit Or take the second option against a toxic political office Never believe a word them men say If you ain't considering their end game

Sky vibes on a airplane 30,000 feet high Never chasing airplay I’m just trying to see my Vision in reality This battle rap dead eye y'all targets in my gallery Laser sight energized I'm charged like a battery This razor type enterprise shark bite mentality Sharpens my blades like a shogun gathering My tools of the trade with one swipe scattering The blood pool made when I'm slaying a fatter beat Shattering matter in between where all your atoms sleep I fathom deep patterns of majestic tragedy Craftily crack my coded language and glimpse the clarity But till they bury me I’ll keep it hot like the Caribbean Till it's no more need hold keys like a carabiner Carry a pair of meaner rhymes with scary demeanor Marry my lines to fine vinyl minus the prenup Roll in and clean up on any producer or emcee claiming they hold the scene up Cuz my team crush any weak one trying to freak one Frequently hit the peak in Clubs we known to frequent Climax when the beat hit Melee you need this Grade A uniqueness in the sounds I sequence Future, present, and pretense Timeless when I'm speaking Rhyming with a reason Chime in with deepest Soul Kinda dynamite soul with it Got you like oh is it Graphic Melee vocalist. So vivid. Prodigious Prolifically whole imagery painted No limits seen on the ride my soul is taking Me on. Beyond. The sights that we see on A regular basis this space glows like neon Mind was going through changes made me cold like freon Now I'm older less anxious bout the road we speed on So its open road. Lust to wonder Whole globe is home rush over yonder No stopping known. I'm just get stronger Stop just to ponder. I can't wait no longer No directions a wrong turn Just check in long term Every mistakes just another lesson you gone learn On your journey to earning Your destiny, but for me I turn my time with turbulent rhymes. Unnerving Like a sudden drop in altitude How you gonna doubt the dude who's mouth is glued to the microphone with a bouncing loop Bout to pounce on large amounts boom bap and douse the room crucial splash of Graphic (Wooooo!) Ruthless when I'm tracking in the booth and seeing action Can't relax I got habit like a passion Passionately passing passages of time traveling But the soul is always everlasting.

Creatin greatness Dwell on level 8 while y'all trapped in the basement I'm advanced placement. You grade 6 waiting To get held back another year this ones mine for the takin Heat higher than the degree you need to fire pottery Gotta be to possibly rock a beat or get the drop on me Chances of winning just like the lottery I slaughter beats Oughta be illegal the way I rip audibly Pause a beat. A capella high quality Every verse all of me just like a jazz standard My crass grammar ground breaking like a jack hammer My mission is demolition My demo go missing and I'll be pissing on your writtens Freestyle killin’. Sound stay thrillin’. What more can I say I'm ill when I got that mic in hand More like a knife in hand cuz I slice you man Must not understand how nice I am Word play in the DNA. Watch me write a strand Accuracy pin point when I point my pen My drums are phat your joints are thin I point and blast a poignant spin On the high grade poison in the noise I spin I get it in Its Graphic Melee on the mic I came to get live tonight. When I arrive I might Set the bar height where some can't fly Type of high risk that you just can't try So get your hands high 1 time, 2 times If you're thinking big get yours and keep your aim HIGH HIGH. Its that elevated essence. Miles over your styles if you got any questions The echelon is upper Test me on a track get eaten up like supper Or crushed under thunder from the number of high grade plays I made from record plunder Better than your best Born competitor that keep it steady rocking fresh Ready to stress ya Stylin under pressure Kickin text that's got a texture I aim high and you leave in a stretcher Pulling out styles like revolvers in a western Get burned when I spit lectures like I blew bourbon through a flame and spit letters High. It's the elevated presence I'm delegating style while you steady hittin resin I can really escalate a session ready with a line while you writer's blocked and stressin Pressing a pen or typing it in Tight is the delivery I blend when I'm tying a thin String of syllables til I got rope under your chin and over your throat In other words leave you breathless Like a higher elevation puts struggle in ya chest it's Arresting when I'm getting high caliber Crossing off emcees like dates on the calendar Crooked cross hairs so I aim high. If it's over your head sorry I tried But a great mind once put me on To some knowledge that I use: Anything I put my mind to I can surely do So get your hands high 1 time, 2 times If you're thinking big get yours and keep your aim HIGH HIGH. Its that elevated essence. Miles over your styles if you got any questions

You emcees need a bath let me wash you in sound You ain't seen this type of wrath since Kane been around Thought you peeped me out in Roxbury? I was out creeping making sure emcees got buried I drop scary pairs of rhymes varied by tempo, cadence, and rhythm. Rookies remain weary To be legendary? That's the goal that I carry. Can Melee flip a track? Is it cold in January? Used battle rap cats from Philly over the phone Showin em sticks and stones ain't the only things breaking bones When a break is on I get in the zone Like the lone ranger strolling with his hand on the chrome. Mind blown How the exit wound treat 'em. When I grab the microphone. Line em up defeat em Endo out the window let the diesel smoke greet em What's next? … Let me see. Um.. While I crack some homophones. Split it into stereo never a mono tone Never stopping like the comma gone from my vocabulary the very essence of rhythm dropping on Every beat per minute when I'm in it I'm permanent getting critics hype and cynics grittin' witnessing my written vision Never lookin back cuz I'm committed to keep it movin, bass grooving underneath my swirl of diction Word addiction That's what they say I got but this addition for ya listening pleasure's verbally a drop In the bucket of what I got planned to rock out the speaker box Deeper knocks of bass got receivers hot See it? Looking and don't believe it That's why I keep my eyes forwards walking down the cement Too many miles to go to watch every nook and crack No time for what ifs that's why I'm never lookin’ back/ Never looking back just rising to challenge Moving forward fast tryna get more green than chloroplasts Yo Graphic has the mathematics stacked to get static out ya tracks and liven up ya boring raps Throw a punch and watch the board collapse So much more that Average tactic all aboard ban wagon swaggin carbon copy yo I spit them custom made to order raps Type of skill your sound just sorta lacks. I'm a mortar blast Loud explosion but it's calm until that moment Overload my focus show you what these missiles homing at Drone attack. Foaming at the mouth and hatch a track to crack ya back from how hard your neck was rolling at The craft I drafted off a bowl I packed Hear this creeping out the speaker next, feel ya whole soul react Like catching feelings in church you'll be like holy crap Worked too hard going forward so now there's no more going back Progress. Progression. Progressively I step in Vision in my possession’s only forward perception Got it like I was born with it Try and grip my microphone and walk away a with torn digits Or thorns digging into your remaining finger tips Can't explain my methods like crimes with out the finger prints Dead ringer in a look a like competition For what you wanna be but never quite accomplishing Mind of a monster Heaven sent hell bent lemme spell how I conquer With a mind from beyond earth, but that's on some other type conversation you ain't ready to converse Ask questions later drop a bomb first In a long verse written to wake those with their thoughts hersed Probably catch me with a book I cracked Tryna build knowledge never looking back

Scheming on some beats while you're scheming on some seats Watch the throne or the demons I unleash Beat fiending beast eating Team seeing no defeats Pulling fully loaded lines go cop the new release Clever thief on a beat tweak Fleet full of heat seekers Speaking like a preacher that's sipping liters of beef eater Twist 26 and never seen a repeater Flip any vinyl rip to sever like meat cleavers I'm even raw with the sound off Round house kicking clowns off til my down fall Stepping to a king and rip his crown off Tidal wall of sound drown y'all From the right channel to the south paw Clip a pound of nouns off at the count off Without flaw. Type sound that a town wanna outlaw Typically trippy from my mouth Jaw ripping when I'm zipping through terrific on a loud raw Beat Hounds off the leash creeping Each seeking fresh meat eating. How it sounds when I lean squeezing Phat cuisine with a real meaning Its real genius and your trash flow don't amount even to half of what I'm keeping Back stroking in the cement Come easier than tryna beat me. Son believe it Til I cease it my sound waves leave sea sick Any human being that’s saying that I ain't mad decent Spit vibrato with bravado leaking I’m a broken bottle piece deep into ya cheek and bleeding. Grim and reaping In the scene I'm peeping underneath this dream I'm seeing Speeding, weaving through we clean sweeping Competition weeping Needing no agreement this is high degree Strike like a title fight violently, quietly, or silently Wiring the sound now to melt ya melt gold rings Shots fired from the crowd. Bow down to no kings

Wrote this song Overcast Fell asleep the solar's back Rain? I'm over that No more cloudy days to hold me back Feeling colder than the polar caps While I'm strolling past a city covered by a grey skies over my shoulders passed A flash of light that cast a shadow past a man that's passing by and asked the time 9 past 5 I told him At that moment I… had paused to pass the time Til something had to catch my eye That patch of light through clouded skies shines and this is what I spied Seated in a sea of concrete Creatures moving calmly Routine maneuvers of daily jobs they each repeat and copy Repetition with no sign of stopping Grey skies and office coffee Same lines they all stay flocking to while I'm here watching A sunless scene here underneath a ceiling made of cloudy beams I'm drowning deep in seas that seem rise til I'm about to scream These grey days stretching endless Through the rows of buildings wind whips The signs of summer ending fall beginning as I pen this Overcast                                 And up above its Full cloud coverage for a cold world loveless How it seems at least to be sometimes when I'm in public When it was over cast over head, time slowed and hope began to dwindle Like the rays of sun that once came through my window Depressions like a cloud that hangs low til it tangles Every element of life in a tight grip like a strangle Hold. So hopelessly we hope to see a change But the forecast just called 5 more overcast days And I can barely rap my head around it anymore Got plenty more clouds invading my space and I'm a penny short Of any sort of way to bring an ending toward Grey days that stop the sun rays But still I carry on because I'm living for The moment that these clouds depart my head and space around my heart And clear my view til I'm not peering through another crowd of dark Visions surrounding my horizons Its Overcast Like the sun was hiding

Rain. Rain. Drops of rain On the window pane where my eyes stay aimed On the other side same scene remains Plays everyday til weather change Rain... Rain Gallons, liters, drops  Pounding on my head no peace til stops Breath Release of the oxygen while I stand watching in silence as falling drips Trickle down slowly rippling the puddle in front of my eyes showing A scene unfolding No way of knowing what my future holding Rain falls with no chance slowing Soaked to the bone in ice cold frozen position as I listen to what I'm now hearing going On in an alley way on my way home Try and shut it out but my mind just roams Can't get it out my head. In need rest Gotta get it off my chest. It’s causing stress Anytime I hear the rain coming scene plays fresh Flash back that I can't forget Rain. Rain. Drops of rain On the window pane where my eyes stay aimed On the other side same scene remains Plays everyday til weather change Rain... Chance of clear skies? None Memory of that day? I have a clear one I couldn't bring my ears from The sound that I heard like a squeal from steel or Heavy machinery grinding repeatedly Then it hits me Know the sound but not the location. So I'm out here tryna locate it Keeps getting louder with every step that I'm taking, and the rain still ain't breaking making This situation crazy Can't really tell which way I should be aiming til I here crash coming from the block adjacent Pick my pace up and now I'm racing Turn left catch my breath Lookin up from bottom of the steps Red brick house with an alley on the west What I heard next you're never gonna expect Rain. Rain. Drops of rain On the window pane where my eyes stay aimed On the other side same scene remains Plays everyday til weather change Rain... In the alley A loud crash Pushed through a hedge. Felt my heart beat fast Pulse quickens as I'm stepping off the grass. Hit the alley, and reflecting off the glass? Bright flash from a second story window followed by a metal scrape at a slow tempo What's going on here really had me mental. So I pressed on and kept my steps gentle Felt my stomach plummet. Look up at the window and there's someone looking from it Look on their face says they know I'm up to something So its fight or flight and I'm not the type that’s known for running All of sudden blinded by a bright light stunning Had my pulse jumping from this unreal run in with an adversary cunning Took all the strength that I could summon to fight it but I still couldn’t Heard a coded message but I understood it Vision blurred. Tried to stand but I couldn't Last time heard the message fade out for good then Fade to black. Darkness push in. The words circled my brain Like water circles the drain Last thing I remember a head splitting pain Then I opened my eyes and woke up in the rain

My sound burns slow. Think sticks of incense I turn inferno to all N-O-N sense 451 degrees with a sentence Paper ignites under my pen relentless So witness the swiftness with which I switch flip a mix and turn the heat a bit My business? Burn it down like a forest fire to your town Meaning this is not a drill. Its real. This is the last chance out Glance out and see the wreckage Recognize how I write a message outta fire when I hear the drum compression From all directions like Molotov to ya chest then check inside the rag reads: “I will never be bested” Like flame thrower in a fist fight I just might adjust my levels of heat developed by just 5 Degrees per second increasing the heat to let it ignite Yo what it sound like? Fire! Fire cousin Like we inside an oven Sly and cunning how I devise to keep higher number Fahrenheit Staring right at the flames flaring bright Kerosene your scene and put a lighter to it erry night Artistic arsonist Basquiat with napalm Flames erupting from the frame when I put a break on Sand in my mandala how I treat the tracks I take on Work it intricate, create, destroy, and then I say Om The moment friction turns to fire kickin diction over every song that my life inspired Igniter wired to spark it that's how my thoughts conspired Thought you brought through heat but was mine reaching higher Like flame thrower in a fist fight I just might adjust my levels of heat developed by just 5 Degrees per second increasing the heat to let it ignite Yo what it sound like? Fire!

Yo I spit that party killer Y’all are hardly iller We some hard gorillas rolling through and smashing all contenders King Kong Never do the thing wrong. I sling songs Ink on a napkin got em clapping bounce like ping-pong Table tennis Turn table menace Only limits the mic cable's distance when I'm taking care of business T.C.O.B homie light a track up like a rollie, stogie, o-z Yo whatever man! Even my prose be poetry Oceanic I flow deep. Titanic but don't sink Eyes open and won't blink. Mind rolling on no sleep Nose deep in that ol' creek No paddle and no problem Broke free of what holds me Kill the parties I choke beats Who you think you dealing with? Real intense. Every word I speak you will be feeling it Appalling how I shut it down from biggest to the smallest Yo lemme tell y'all what I call this Party killer My whole army's thrillers No filler. No chaser. Word spiller. Note placer No place is safe yo I came to shut the party down Party Killer Pour me up another round

Sharp I'm a woven suit of razor blades Blazer made from shards of glass From my neck a saber sways Its select serrated syllables to slice you through your middle move your organs like hospitals do Scalpel to the scapula Riddle you with puncture wounds like 50 bites from Dracula Hypodermic precision. Precise incisions Devices for the indecisive that’s saying I ain't killin' Listen (Cut like a) Meat clever, sword, saber Greek leader. Gordian knot You're corny I'm hot. Sound I'm exploring it rocks I'm sporting some chops Cold steel outta the knife block I slice off an orderly swatch Of perfectly placed penmanship Distort what you thought I'm rippin' a hole in opposition words are swords when I talk I'm cripplin' whole compositions verses bordered by chalk Ordered to slaughter you off But I offered up modern art Just starting to tear it apart Because I'm... Sharp As the razor's edge. When I raise my edge weapon it's the blades of death In every breath Sharper than Hattori Hanzo steel Ninjato in the hands of an assassin allegory for skill I wield Switch blade back pocket. Pop it and unlock it Life my mic lives non stop no options Every word does damage Cuts deep with no relief delivered from a bandage My stance is samurai. In my hand a mic I handle my B-I-Z everytime I strike Cuz you can cut and paste but never spit perfect take with out the aid studio magic. (Give me break) Or sharpen up your skill cuz with this mic I'm deadly sharp I'm ready armed with that steady swinging machete art My heavy armored battalion roll into the battle valiant Riding on backs of beats instead of on some stallions Writing deep enough to pierce the heart Because I'm... Sharp As the razor's edge. When I raise my edge weapon it's the blades of death In every breath Sharp Like the guillotine The skill is clean. Polished finishing on the menacing mic machine when it swings JPS the death squad sound stay killin' lean ya body. Sharpen your abilities Pull a pencil out the sharpener. Cut a phrase straight function like a saw to carpenter Stutter your brain waves in all the spaces where there margins were Cauterize on contact cuts could leave your carbon burned But let me cut it out My wit stay sharp enough to grip a microphone and shut it down Scissor kick the rhythm while I'm spinning touch the crowd For an ending stop the beat before my feet can touch ground Sounds of a massacre Riding with the devil playing chicken sitting passenger Bout as gentle as the dentals on a shark Because I'm... Sharp As the razor's edge. When I raise my edge weapon it's the blades of death In every breath

Stuck I couldn't move Like I hooked the hottest loop up and still didn't groove Balance was the challenge and I swore I wouldn't lose Different situation. Same blues. Ice skating up hill How it feel chasing the thrill That's life. Navigating takes skill I'm in the driver seat driving me crazy It still amazes me that I maintain these Efforts with adversity working me to my last nerve Am I making progress or going nowhere faster? Won't know until it's finished If I ran in place on figure 8's if this road has an ending Feel like I'm suspended Tryna gain traction but the wheels just spinning inches of the dirt and the treads won't dig it Stepping to sprint and my hips won't pivot You get it Motion's froze like I'm comatose Can't stop fighting like it's something in my chromosomes Set a goal. Hold it close and never fold But I'm feeling stuck no matter how far I go Stuck I couldn't move Like I hooked the hottest loop up and still didn't groove Balance was the challenge and I swore I wouldn't lose Different situation. Same blues. From my analysis life's like sleep paralysis (I can't move) How it gets the upper hand dependent on the challenges Held back by checks and balances like having no Capital but being crazy talented No need for Pro Era prerequisite to get just how that message sits How many hard working and intelligent but stuck in a rut like a truck in the mud? Want to run but your legs are on some sedative drugs Repetitive slumps can bring momentum to halt Had intentions planned but landed on path filled with faults Pit falls and bad fortune. We've all seen our portion It's like down pour we carry torch in Plagued by set backs Probably never get back to the level I developed if I ever let that slip-up become my undoing Just pick up and rise from the ruins But I'm... Stuck I couldn't move Like I hooked the hottest loop up and still didn't groove Balance was the challenge and I swore I wouldn't lose Different situation. Same blues.

Bring obliteration to illiterate nations Reiterate alliterations over vibrations A little ways from patient I get riddled by anxious fits but discipline has got me patient with waiting Sitting listening to what I'm shaping and making Taking a break a rearranging the placement Of the snare and the bass and that there is the basics Rare example where the architecture is spaceless My word play shape shift Space ship speed I gain lift Got a strange gift to rise like high tide I came in My aim split the arrow fired in the bullseye nine times I can't miss Pages remain ageless like paint in a painting Time frame range ancient to what you awaiting Rhymes I arrange reign like King James You know the language ain't the same when it's Melee building the frame Painstakingly staking my claim while some claim they making flows like breaking a water main But they outta order man sorta like the scene at the boarder plays The extra ordinary ace of complex word play done built a stage Stealing a field of dreams page Think 3rd Bass minus the cactus Leaving you backtracking cuz you slept on Melee like a mattress Dig this like an artifact while I end this passage Creater and an artist best description to fill in for me and all the art I sketch Plans set No matter how hard life gets I keep building like an Architect From cornerstone, foundation, to roof I built it as proof What I produce paint a picture of truth Shelter from all the lies you been listening to When I'm not building It's mission to move Complex geometry when I twist a homily My harmony connects the structure next to me bombing beats I carve a deep notch into a pillar and drop a beam Predecessors left blue prints and just said copy these Build a better technique new from the ground up Sound of forever on repeat bound up In a neat package of 80 minutes or less You just hit pause when it finishes and say bless That's the timelessness I'm building to Feeling through a sea of sound got me feeling too unable to not speak out loud when dealing through Some the worst this earth can spit at you It's really miserable But build I must. I've built up trust In the capabilities I've built up thus far into the plan that stands like a truss To hold the frame rigid, so my dreams ain't crushed Gravity of failure weighs heavy I tell ya But building off mistakes a sure way to propel the Possibilities held up by designs that fell from Architecture of letters that I'm casting this spell from Architect

It's the microphone menace here to kill a couple minutes My flow's intense business. Stacking records like Guinness I keep it solid on the microphone dominant No stopping this. I remain prominent My promise is select sessions every track is impressive And I try to put a message in that's sorta like lesson Sit back and check it yo this track's called The Message... (Check it) If you found that impressive, I'm progressively intrepid on the mic kickin some lessons Bass: Kicking ya chest in Sound wave sickness put a knot in your intestines Leaving your mind restless Just like a scene I saw the other day down where some of us play Ball Maybe close to where ya mother stay Call It the block Either it had my mind rocked This shorty must trippin Saw him hit his girl in the lip then dip in his homeboy's whip in an instance Tryna put in distance before her mom dials the emergency extension Nine double uno You know how they do though Hour pass still ain't nobody coming through so Just another day and it shouldn't be like this It's the type of situation we should all be fighting... Boy from the first verse just a weak man on a power trip Cuz week to week some man’s got him feeling powerless Make a profit or I'm takin you outta this life If the count ain't right That's being shouted in his ear daily Living in fear Rarely a positive word heard. So tell me how this wouldn't impair the Thoughts of somebody with limited paths to choose from Everyday passed it feels like we lose one And the man from the last situation? Tryna feed his seeds and stay out the local station But crime pays fast when checks they ain't coming and empty promises of jobs don't fill stomachs To break the cycle, we gotta learn from it Turn nothing into something Find ways earn from it and pave the turns coming For waves others struggling Why are we fighting ourselves and not our government?