[Verse 1: AckurateThaWise]
Tolerated by premonition
Spit like its a mission
With decision that can hinder or alter my whole position
The verbal vocalist focusing on his syllables
The dismal visual being critical why he's lyrical
Pinnacle protagonist
Editor of excellence
Elegant the wordplay
Deepening the deficit
Defiantly dominant when promising the consciousness
Astonishing how obvious
I'm something like a novelist
Mental poetry
Powerful my pen game
Jot it with the right
It funny what the pen stains
Liberated loose leaf
Canvas of the confident
Abolishing electrons
The positive is what I spit
Breaking beats and the barriers
Carriers corrupted
I take the streets and I bury them from various assumptions
Word up
The flesh is what I wrestle
Words from the God
Ackurate's just a vessel