I write a rhyme from a pastime known as the Golden age of rap they say it's too progressive but fuck that i got to keep it present be a stable resident move with the times or get left behind cuz some people find any reason why they can't climb the modern mountain I cant count them too comfortable with what they know when it comes to the new style they just choke talking about no lyrical content me I'm like a resurrection of a 90's monument see my face on the side of a hill carved out of stone and steel aint no George Washington u know the deal or Abraham Lincoln it's just me for the weekend cuz I know I drop on the title life is here today gone tomorrow i have regrets but I don't think twice that's just the way it is aint got no kids aint got no whiz grew up on Wu-Tang my stepdad was the Rizza The Abbott Bobby steeles Robert diggs tell me how to kill with the h on the end let's not pretend that my metaphors don't hold weight cuz I aint from the statin New York island no slang white boy from Florida is where you find them a mastermind and genius no definition to my supreme ness latchkey kid with no motivation for how these society people live still have a dream to make cream but can't play by the rules that's just a dream I get lost in the weariness in a broken world I know it's mathematics but I can't solve it its pure my energy extends past me and rises above my body when I sleep no contradiction my internal inferno is like Hell's kitchen so next time you want to make a decision you better listen I'm like new school math blocks attention deficit division my expression algebraic my code I maintain it my life I still celebrate it through all my failures my destiny was set for me I'm living it like apocra fee one man stands against the wind a hurricane in the eye of the storm it's the only time I win crossroads n seabreeze you see me decapitate MCs head from the shoulders better than my competitor shout out to Clifford my method to the mister transcend upon my physical my soul is eternal energies attract like milk when it curdles fuck a bitch when she's fertile trying to have a baby well maybe yesterday but not lately still wish I could have plant my seed but I'm the one that was dropped in the desert grew up rich but let in life now I'm a peasant kind of funny how life works in the beginning if you get joy then in the end it hurts and vice versa the tidal wave will immerse you and undertow too low the water won't let go best thing you can do is swim with it like a fish fit in with it swim across the seas and conquer The deep like I'm Neptune more style than Sassoon still alive like VO5 Hot oil from the water I'm divide derived manifested I guess God blessed it matter takes form and takes shape want to test it to The testament have a higher knowledge Popa collar n pay homage to those who came before you open the door for you set the table pull out a chair for you I designed this rhyme to intertwine My philosophy a lost book of atrocities.

in Eye of the storm