As I swerve on the roundabout, thinking how the sound is mild
The instrument empowers and allow the words to show it out
But while we're wasting time, I'm pasting rhymes
Stay facing the sky, and blazing fine
Trees, motherfuckers look and think I'm chinese
Chinky, my eyes bleed red when I'm high, please
The sky's the limit so fly out and on
Only to find that the route is wrong, so puff this bong
I love these songs 'cause I write it on the journey
The middle of the riddle that the people don't concern me
The riddle in reverse as I rehearse is giving birth
To something certain quite disturbing, I should curse but I conserve the
Negative verbs, nouns and adjectives, words
Any man planning to walk will find the path he deserves
But many verses be talking about cash money, jewelry
All the things ain't got nothing to do with me, two or three
Four to the five, I'm alive and feeling it
Recognize the rise of the wise
Intelligent eyes all vision this vibe, the high element
Will hide your pain and make it subside, just for a little bit
You gotta chill with the man of the rhymes
My bars turn water to wine, 9 times outta 9
And I'm tryna blind all the shine rappers that steal
The shine from the poetic skills of the spitters, that's real
But I'm still at the bottom stepping stone
All the problem that's been going is another step in growing
And a lot of it is showing, only forward's where I'm going
Cause the mic's bout to explode, but I hold it, reload the flow
Shoot passed the solar system, out smart the class with the coldest wisdom
In real life exams, there's no revision
I solely wish that all chaos turn into peace
That the profit covers the cost and what was lost is in the reach