[Intro]
Welcome to my album
You should know that it will sound quite random
Cos I am just getting started

Verse1:

God I miss being a part of this game
It's been a while since I last played
But I am here now and I am not gonna stop spitting even if I get paid
Bitch I'm self made like Atum
I create godly shit when I spit cos I spend all of my time on the top of a mound spitting from the top of my mind
To prove that I am too smart and you view rap as a source of income only
That explains why your lips clung closely when you try to spit some holy shit
Enough homie if you keep it going you are gonna fuck it up totally
We are not on the same ground
I can see fear from your eyes
We're not alike
I am like Heru the sky god
Deadly with the tongue, everything a dyke want
You are way below so I'mma prey on you by diving from above
Like a falcon
With the speed of a pepper pot
Better block this direct action
Cos my pucks are colder than Brian Campbell
Structuring rhyme schemes like these washes pain off me
But was this a warning?
It definitely is but people are to stupid to get it
They're greener than a inmate
I am on a Glocks display mode
You'll end up smoked
Like a chronic case you're killed
Cos I turn into a crusher when I write
Especially when I rhyme
Ever since my path was thunder lightened
That's why I have couple of ruptures biceps
And I often go crazy like De Caprio in shutter island

Verse 2:
I am done of just keeping to myself
So if you are hearing this we must be in July, well
Fuck being cool I
Would love seeing you try
To catch me if you can
If you say you match me then we do have things to pan
The gold from everything else
The goal from spitting this rap is to underline the fact that I control U
Hence these pure bars serve as an airhole
Cos as previously said I am way over your head like an aviator in his jet
I'm also razor sharp like the blade of king Gillette
Have you got the image yet?
You fucking skinny het-erosexual
So don't try to take the mic from me
Like Juan T Tripe, I am so fly homie
Cos I sank my teeth into this holy field like Mike Tyson did
And before you have my lines dissected, you will be left in tears as my flow hits your ears
My talent's lit
So I spit that brimstone
Cos I can't bear to lose
Like Shaka Zulu
I am even more dangerous
Since I have got nada to lose
(I am not Hispanic tho)
Lot of insects on my way
Thinking they will match me so
I'm gonna destroy them like I am a Mexican marigold
(still I am not Hispanic tho)