Alchemic Visions
I don’t spit unless the potion is potent
Regarded alchemist, Vocation is chosen
Flask rosen, I spit blood sermons
Binding words so perturbed you know I just drank a truth serum
Diagnosis: aggressive perfectionist
Symptoms are: writing till their lines are best
Treatment is: never letting tongue rest
Always feed incessant need to rap until the sunsets
And even then, don’t stop the carnage
They’ll become ravenous, try to feed them cannabis
Chance they’ll be riotous. If that happens, analyst will
See what keeps the Flow always in their prime
Duality’s always at the crux of it
Causality never happens to fatalist
Never wonder ‘bout the odds against Daedalus
Destiny is framed with my words being praised

Watch me

Critically acclaimed fun guy like Matsuzaki
Generating spores, leading wars like Hammurabi
Analyzing plays, getting paid like Charles Barkley
Incipient praise, first place, you can’t stop me
The alchemist always finds the hidden path
You go and laugh while I accumulate the cash
Concoctions in the lab got me feeling kind of savage
Trynna live lav, my words bring transit
All across the globe, woe and behold
My mind mold makes gold like supernova
A saga unfold, on Jehovah mode (wait hold up)
A saga unfold, on Jehovah mode
The birth been told, it starts on my go
Switching up flows all over my prose
Decimating foes, there’s a murder of crows
I leave ‘em breathless you know?
I spit a verbal K.O