[Verse 1]

With my bob Dylan fro'

Waving in the air

Stage diving onto stands

Cause the fans are not there

Thats what I plan to switch up

Throw your hands in a prayer

The ceremonies started

These are lines for nadir

Magical ass fucking hell

Sleeveless but still tricking well

They hope that I start messing up

No typos there’s no miss spells

No fantasia brooms

No Mickey mouse in training

This is Merlin in his prime

How you think I get them swaying

Niggas out here lying

Say they with the struggle

But just cause you poor

Don’t mean that you grinding none you

On my fucking level

But I hope that you make it

So we can start to revel

I ain’t selfish I’ll let you taste it

I be cocky, I be vain

I be fly, I be plane

I be riding on the wing

Only time I’ll be a wing man

My raps are so important

Videos are played on c-span

Wing span real grand

Got me green like Peter pan

Nigga hold up

Ain’t you see how I tore it up

That Camouflage I wore it up

Ain’t mj but I’m bout as bad

I seen blood in Abadobad

That seal team leave no gaps

I Live by my own rule

I will bring new York back

Ya so cat, thats 9 lives

Not English, that’s 9 like

A German no

Like hitler in inglorious

When brad Pitt was killin cold

Some niggas rich most niggas po'

Take a guess of how I roll

Spitting hot fire

Call me dylon or pyro

Breeze Embalm’s the name though

And you should get used to it

Rapper from the catacombs

I hope that you don’t stoop to this

Tipi ta, sada tey

This that pootie tang

Rapping way

Saying nothing on a track but still moving crowds

Not a sound but parents will still turn it down

Niggas on my shit like flys oh wow

Niggas on my tip like gratuity

Anomonopia like pow pow pow

No violence in my set this is unity

Ya riding on the ships that’ll sink

If it leaks if your lips get loose

Where the speech with the heat

Is too much for the burners of the coal

My runners of the soul of the engine that could

Got the flow that’ll keep a boat running for days

If you pay with the papers that read in god we trust

Cause till tomb it’s ignorant is we

Keep it going for the seas and the shores

Never dry ever more Kennedy

Keep it green like the people for the peace

For you see we the team

Joey keys on the beat

Got the breeze to drop science like Christian curriculum

And like Noah’s arc I stay afloat with all of my specimen

Cause I could never hold out on my crew

At least for now