God gave me style and gave me glossolalia
speaking within the native tongues of this rhyme-mania
having my enemies dremped in lenity
like two powerful forces clashing while their aurora is killing me
i know my shit is a bit complex
thats why i think 3-D style to build on top like an architect
but on the other hand i got a license to kill
got beef with rappers on the side of my dish mostly like a full course meal
and nope i aint being dillusional this one's real
from, spaced-out rappers to actors its time for my hate not to be concealed
by any means nessecary to be crazed like a psychopath
i have been fucked and shitted on and now I look back and laugh
how I barely made it through the hard times and the rough tasks
thought that i'd never get my freedom words published
not trying to be the voice of God through all this mayhem and ruckus
whatever, ya intelligent writers wouldn't never understand so...fuck this