[Intro]

Yeah, KVN
Yo
Let's get this
Mic check one, check two
Ayy-Yo!

[Verse]

Yo
No blinks at night, Eyes wide open looking at the ceiling
Feeling that you’re being robbed and your feelings are stealing
Your soul
Changing the mould of your role
Being paroled from a jail cell, That you dwell casting a 24/7 spell
Breaking all hell, Hear them church bells ring
While the gospel choir sings along with forty-seven strings
That brings joy, Making little boys with toys
Less annoyed
But trapped in a system, Where everything is paranoid
I liberate spirits from my words, Hit 'em hard when I curse!
Each verse be the nurse so they can avoid the hearse
'Cause all your faggot visions are blurred; None concerned
Give up your chance now it’s my turn
You claim to be the best, But you can’t even prove it!
Quit yapping now bitch, It’s time you did something to it
I’m half Shakespeare’s ghost, Half Nas’s soul
Need some ink and a transmitter, (BAAM!) I’m outta control
It’s hard writing like this, Shit! Since it ain’t my mother tongue
But sometimes I spit better than the overseas ones
Always had a problem with pussy and almost everyone
I tend to kill you all with brutal rhymes without no guns!

[Verse 2]

The air from my blimps through my vocal folds make gold
Suspicion from your mind since it’s a mystery
I’m down to my game son, I know my history
In my own lane, You rappers ain’t nothing but shit to me!
This ain’t usual rap, More like blazing poetry
I’ll make your bitch reach climax with my coquetry
I speak wisdom, Things you can’t imagine out the system
Take you out distant, Make all your layers and spout twisted!
Not even two D’s old, My center’s freezing cold
My cerebral vision is bold and controlled
(Yeah)
Light 'em candles with some herbal joss sticks
Pass it after 3 puffs, Clockwise per righteous hostage
I’m rapping dollars, While these rappers talk nonsense
I’ve already won, There ain’t no fucking contest!
All this aux weight pulling me down from the legs
While I’m constantly overthinking 'bout what’s gonna happen next
No composure over filthy whores or safe sex
Heaven at your doorstep, When you lose the latex!
Wild literate thoughts, Flowing through
The space inside the encephalon, Like it’s food
Not edible, Hardly credible because I feel incredible
Craving for more but it’s inedible, Like I said it will
My pen games so strong, I leave you rappers hopeless
Never caught in bullshit, I’m always so focused
Resurrecting the game, I’m the one that’s chosen
My bars are the opposite of hocus-pocus
I feel amazing when I write its like I’m banging Sappho
Cowgirl-ing her with no lasso
I slowly wander off with my overwhelmed beliefs
Away from human beings 'cause I find no relief!
[Outro]

My pen game's so strong man
Too strong for you rappers!