Never chained to the game, I'm changing the game; I came
Enraged with a page of statements to make and claim
My spot among the honest ones; novel yet not uncommon; just
Another guy constructing rhymes out of his love for jotting some
Ideas down to see them out. like razors to a strop, my tongue
Consistently gets sharpened. admittedly--and pardon
This ability to carve into the average emcee's heart
But--I am still a frequent, skilled-to-teach-it, Civill-speaking Artist
Don't confusе it though; I'm quick to flip and rip a rift in space-time
A student in thе room to grow; astute and soon to lose control
A beast on beats, I weaponize my speech beneath the lunar glow
My inner tide is tied to cycles of the moon; I move with those
And grew into a crucial role congruent to influential
Who knows just what the future holds? if you could know, would you devote
The time to try to change it or chain it so it remains?
I came to sever said chains, remember the name:

Who is rocking the mic constantly?
Q-U-ideologies; Tom is bringing the bombest beats
Boom! go the grenades he's dropping onto the spot as we
Move passed the mockeries, facing the flames
Who is rocking the mic constantly?
Q-U-ideologies; Tom is bringing the bombest beats
Boom! go the grenades he's dropping onto the spot as we
Move passed monotony, breaking the chains

I'm off the chain as it gets; I came to play not to sit
Though I ain't playing in the sense of games; charades is for kids
And never have I been about the fantasies above the facts, I keep
It real as can be; deceit is not what I am after
Even if ninety percent of rappers cash in on that factor, fact
Is that I can't; I have to practice that which matters; smashing patterns
Tension evoked. end a cycle like a wrench in a spoke
Spitting fire, catching secondhand smoke
With every sentence I relentlessly release increasing temporal lobe
Activity; recognize the imagery, reflect, and show
The message. every second prone to set the tone in cypher sessions
Always on like metronomes. breath control and vital lessons
Learn something when I grab the mic and chime in my perspective
If you didn't know, now you do; the Q-U-I-D pressing
On in attempt to sever chains and never change
My aim's to better the game, remember the name:

Who is rocking the mic constantly?
Q-U-ideologies; Tom is bringing the bombest beats
Boom! go the grenades he's dropping onto the spot as we
Move passed the mockeries, facing the flames
Who is rocking the mic constantly?
Q-U-ideologies; Tom is bringing the bombest beats
Boom! go the grenades he's dropping onto the spot as we
Move passed monotony, breaking the chains