[Intro]

This was written on a cloudy day

[Verse 1: Equals]

They wonder why i do the music
This adolescent clutching on the mic
Like he's going to lose it
While he raps to kill the universe
That's suicidal blueprints
Spark a dutch like he in Amsterdam
While spitting verbal contraband

Suppose to be in class at the moment but am making jams
So i could butter up these sandwiches
And sell them for a million rand
You think its a waste of potential because his diction's so extensive
But his formations offensive ain't no room to be defensive

So its all in when i throw the cards like Spalding
These never change while am evolving
I told my mom i pressed ignore the day that god was calling
Cause were all doomed in this universe
The difference is you sing the hymns while i just spit a verse

Add the hash to this hash-tag backpack snack
Add a pastor to the plate to feed my demons when their mad
Yes you guessed it he a druggie , never could wipe my mothers tears
Depressed boy all these years
Chilling in a room with no lights like he's in a tomb
Cursing 95 the day i popped out of my mothers womb
Normal surface area but his vicious like a terrier
When you come too close he poster boosts
In hell theirs nothing scarier