I strike hard when I write bars

I write bars like I wrestle with crocs and I fight sharks

I die hard when a mic's charged

Each bar's so deep when I speak you need a life guard

Look I wrestle with clocks and time starts

The mind's vast, vessel of thoughts we bypass

The light sparks in the night with dark demons

White trash sucking these pipes of no reason

Streets bark treason

Weak heart figure of speech you'll reach heathens

Speak then I'm breezin', deep 'till I'm finished breathin'

They can lay me to sleep

When thе reaper resigns and stops rеaping

Thoughts are in a box leaking, on the box peaking

Never stops all alone on the blocks creeping

It's me myself and I but we're not speaking

The plot deepens, I'm lost in the shot sequence

In the scene where my shadow is my enemy

Dance with these ghosts in the gallows of my memories

I'm on the run like a marathon of heresy

The agents of danger are lurking up ahead of me

To overcomes pedigree I'm a soldier breed

Bring your dogs, my fam'll come and hold their leads

Blud I'll throw you down a hill like I'm rollin' cheese

On the streets lookin' bait like you're holding keys

Fake wannabe br'ers without the floor to stand

Throw a fist, I'll turn your glass jaw to sand

Stay away, my temper's too short to hang

My style's ghostly, I write with the haunted hand

And when I walk, I walk in a morbid jam

And when I breathe, I breathe in the tortured sham

And some starve while the rich folk hoard the grams

And educate their kids to keep the order plan

But that's another rhyme, best for another time

I got the punch line king up on the other line

I'll send a chill down your brothers spine

And then rewind it... start another rhyme

Then return with the hunchback gorilla raps

I keep rising like prices of British gas

I'm in the flats selling weed just to limit tax

You tax me I sign on and make you give it back

And all this heat could make any beef evaporate

I'm in the streets same song as Donny Hathaway

I'll leave you done away like Beyblade and rattle snake

Places I walk real things start to gravitate

And I'm the guy with this wordplay phenomena

Skill like it's amatureville, hard to monitor

Style even amateur kill like Veronica

Fright night battle myself to a melodica

Snake bite, rebel of death, the ghost rider

I ain't gonna settle for less like most writers

Me I came to wrestle the best and toast liars so what

You see me raw at your door like I post flyers

In the ring I send gum shields flyin'

The unreal signed and the young still dyin'

Guns still buy it, becoming so deep

Now posh kids are living out armchair street lifes

In the real hood it's poverty and thieves right?

We put up bootlegs as long as they got three stripes

And in the hit of the night we sit bunnin'

Our split personalities quick my shit's cunning

I spit, your mentalities gripped I'm still gunnin'

Equipped where the pinnacle stripped and still runnin'

Mega tongue slang mad gypsie of this Universe

True to verse, I came with the use of words

Super nerds are disturbed when I'm due to serve

Tryna' talk to the kids who wanna shoot ya first

Do the maths it's the money that the future serves

Do the facts, do your bird 'till ya chew the dirt

We run around gettin' high tryna' chase a skirt

In a place where we talk with our razor first

The old folks reminiscing on the way they were

They went to war and worked hard for a taste of dirt

And when I'm high I'm looking down on this face of Earth

To see reality all crippled in my place of birth

I'm just a guy with a voice, and a way with words

Who's tyrna' say what I see when I spray my verse