The audible version of tissues forming organisms
Like particles splitting, im volatile be wary of me
The spawn of the sun and the earth reborn on hallowed ground messed around and opened up a goddamn portal spitting
They call me vesey cuz im greasing rappers on they turf
And plot revolts, they'll quote me later say I hardly spoke
Cuz im a quiet assassin with passion for fire blaze the trails and leave the victims catching breath inside the smoke
This the revival of that fiver rap
Harlem city
Epitomy of street survival rap
Hard and gritty
Allah's math with a swag they can't master cast from the plaster of the Elohim
God is with me
I spark fear in they hearts with 50,000 watts of light beams from out the deepest chasms of the darkness
Each verse I leave my mark and they say they can't market it
But these is gemstones, bezel cut lain in gold copper

Language so proper, I enunciate the doctrine, taking converts you wonder why my name is so popular
I came from a jungle made of concrete and conflict, liars and them tigers and them bears held us hostage where I learned the difference tween authentic and imposters
Where I turned my sentences to loaded guns and cocked em. there I stayed alone beware of sinisters and monsters
Now I play in venues in the center of a mosh pit
Huh? Im the center of your conscience
The black dot, honey skin, the pinnacle of progress
The future of music look brighter than a solar flare
I'm blacker than garvey, you whiter than a polar bear
Hold it there, you don't wanna salsa with the Holyfield
Box the crowd and leave my mic like artifact- holy grail
Matter fact you can call me the prophet
I'm probably Drew Ali incarnate so stop it
This is a letter to them veterans and brolic ninjas who fought blood wars shots leave them bodies crippled
Im trying to catch em fore they end up as a homi victim
Guess you'd call me pastor saving cats with the phonic system
They wanna block me cuz im not like these regular broads
Speak revelations off the top like im channeling god
Am I my sisters keeper? Bell Hooks and Audre Lorde
Ask bout me, I protect the goddess with katana swords
I'm type ill like im typhoid no vaccine
You a hypochondriac
I live rap, you practicing
I break rules like white boys in courtrooms
Where that cracka George at?
The bounty set, now make moves
I'm sorta the rapper that half the game been waiting on
The other half is waiting to see who next they hating on
But it don't matter cuz im bred tough in carbon form
Give you the plus lessons now you see how knowledge born