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