[Jordan]

Step up
I read up
No entry in your mind
I get up, but never off the grind
Master mic killer
I'll murder your kind
Kunta, I bear in mind
The ignorance you're delivering
Only the bare kind
Demons, I bear mine
A heart on your sleeve, I believe that's fine
Touch and go
Im'ma speed, that's no fine
Classes and class
And all at one time

Believe it, mitch
Best believe it
Taking off with flames
Like a don or phoenix
Bump up
We leaning
Cut, chop, receive it
Via my holy greetings
Thou shan't deceive us
Coming in peace and pieces
Ducking darkness' niece is
A priority, trust I will heed this
Coke, crack
You need this
Shout where the feens is
Test my waters, Jesus
You'll see my genius

Don't wait till we up
Then you'll fly right in
Prophesies of place that minds have been
Just tossed a couple trees
Hope the dyke's not in
Symmetry floating
I just put your night light in
Picked the right king
To sin and end all bins
This just in
Not enough of hip-hop is murdering
Then comes a youth with his mind
And he's hurdling

Pardon a mic kisser
Pardon I might kiss her
Erectile flow
I just banged the track's sister
Put pen to paper
And get something to deliver
Broke, cold ho
Bam, make you goddamn shiver
The heat in between her legs
Is what I just give her
Hitter