[Verse 1]
I use the pen n paper combination for my stimulation
No simulation, we face to face in my space station
Base placing in the proper location, we’re making tracks
MCs try but fry like bacon fat
I be taking wax and placing wax on tables that turn
Take wax out ya ears so that you be able to learn
About the maze that is life
You’ll fight the blaze and you’ll burn in the fire like pliers
I’m taking a turn
Aching to learn
The self, and through that
I learn it all
People speak the negative but I am not concerned at all
My concerns include beats, rhymes and preservation
Forever facing a task with total determination to be victorious
Through rhyme flow I glow glorious
For not giving a shit about the masses, I’m notorious
I wanna entertain so that it’s contradictive
But instead of catering to the trend I’ll uplift it
Split shit in half on tracks while mending a mind state
Therapeutic words leaves the competition irate
I take control from soul navigational folds
In the direction of perfection when a story is told
Lyrics of fury emerge
Preferred surges of words converge
When pen n paper confer
Verbal blurs occur
Audio cataracts
When I flash my battle craft
In a matter of fact, serve MCs on a platter of wack
Material, imperial abstract
Like drug induced flashbacks
Don’t need a rap contract
To be on track
And on that note I let the facts float
While the lies sink in the duration of an eye blink
[Sample] Blink, blink yourself awake

[Verse 2]
As a syllable spitter I kill a bullshitter
My rhymes are skull grippers that frustrate you like dull scissors
I pull blisters off the lips of MCs that be rapping too much
When I’m rapping they duck down and touch ground
And dodge
The ammunition
I’m pitching
It’s lyrical by definition
I clarify
Your vision like high definition television, my revelation’s
In a state of renovation
Your own delusions
Are fitting retribution for your wack actions
Smack assholes who smoke crack through glass poles
MCs be sucking like black holes
It’s like their work was done at Hasbro
Tryna dog me out cos they think my style is alpo
But fuck no
Tell an enemy that I’m the pedigree
Feed him kibbles n bits until he dribble n spit
Pitiful shit
Is what I am hearing on the airwaves
That stuff is sooner die out like that Jerri curl hair phase
Toss a screwface
Down a staircase the stairwell
And farewell to music from the soul
If making dollars is your goal, I’m on a roll
Like balls that are bowled down a lane to knock pins down
My out sound is in town
Rhymes they rain down like the hail storms
I wish that I could write in braille form
So that the blind could witness my fitness
I dip dip-shits in shit, clip hypocrites in the lip
Gravity’ll be above us all when I choose to flip the script
Like interspace
My slippery delivery is in your face
Call it daily conversation, it takes
Crazy observation to improve ones improvisational skill
My skill’s sensational ill
Receive ovations and still
Feel like an idiot
Ignorance I pity it
I’m on the sensitivity tip
I haven’t reached my epitome yet
And I’ll work until my back’s broke
And on that note I let the facts float
While the lies sink in the duration of a what
Of an eye blink