The hip hop fanatic at this back again blazing,
the tracks up, I never lack, the wack kids,
be gone, I am on here to stay, I do not lay,
the weak raps, I speak scients, peep that,
the deep raps like the Oceans in motion,
poetry flowing I am glowing much shine,
my people must shine, my raps shine,
I shine and kick like hollow tips,
My style have been sick, that was the past,
now my style is more than just grammer, or hammer blast,
I got to move like a game of chess, taking much stress of my chest,
I am blessed, I am getting wrecked, I am checking the microphone,
and I got next rhyme designed like an architect. Check,
the young philosophical prodigy spark the globe, or rather iginte,
the mind set, of the average rap kid, I put in work, I am at this,
the math the craft, The lifestyle is a hype, no pipe dreams,
I gleen like a crown, hold down the grounds I represent,
checking my chips on the Internet, I am set, my kicks make savages flip,
stay dressed in a black hoodie, some broke cats are mad moody, I off them like a bad movie,
