I dreamed about a nightmare, there was a knight there, showed me the crown and the throne. I was on the way home, to take the place on my chair, and then from out of nowhere, all this random competition appeared. So I put on the proper gear, as I picked up the sharpest spear and I speared it through my enemy's spirit. Your cries for mercy, I don't even wanna hear it. What's left is Van Gogh, Edgar Allen Poe know what I write eerie. Real leery, cold and yea, yea, I ain't got no flow, but my ceiling so damn beautiful. Got a sky view. I see clouds. You only see the clouds when you see loud, Whack rappers, weed them out. Please remove blunt from mouth. Take your feet off the couch. Watch me as I clean house. I made your bed, now lay in it for thinking that you colder than. I'm slaying it. I do it to a different degree. My temperature freeze a foe when I perfect my form. I'm dragging all, see me mop the floor. The opposition don't want competition. Never that. Pen em down. Air 'em out. It's like a vinyl track. Got my knee all in they back, this looking like a spinal tap and it's a wrap, literally. You littering. I see rappers unraveling. "Wait, that line didn't make any sense. It's a wrap, but unraveling?" Metaphors are so layered that looking at my lyrics bares resemblance to an evil villain. Living life like an evil genius. Ain't I evil with it? When I hard write. Every line is like is a hard right. Say I ain't the truth? You ain't heard right. Shepherd all you sheep. Watch me herd white. I'm a drug dealer. Smoking tracks like it's hard white. Double dose when I write. Watch me overflow. I'm about to crack pipes over these pipsqueaks heads right now if they don't pipe down. Or, I'll just drown MC's. Let it fill they lungs, till they breathing cease. Now they can live life where sebastian stay. My words play so much, they made it to broadway and y'all to timid. live ya life the harder way. You not a warrior because you grab the heat and spray. Painting the streets red with colts and AK's