Esoteric flow
If you know, you know
Specialized, knowledge
From a microphone prophet
Awh stop it, you ain’t even in my space yet, space cadet, pin’ Bob, Marley, splittin’ rillos, then I face em, yea
God send, smooth with tha pen & delivery, often to myself when I bust these soliloquies
The energy, flowin like a stream
To the frequency, emit a vibration
That’ll have your soul, shaken up
Fuck, Scarface, let the kid live for what? the pen descend, and create in an instant, precision, diverted in ya 3rd, eye, vision so of course you never realized the truth is what you’re listenin ...to
Microphone check, out the young vet, I rock my respect on my sleeve
The text sneeze, every page wet
Let me go, in depth, check: the more density the heavier the bars,
I’m in my man cave, carving pyro-glyphs, in the Chapel, like Dave
Couldn’t find no shift, and so I dipped, and took back all my
I’m talking bout that real power, came in contact with, my true self
Knew the ego was my Phoenix as well, Hell, were here already
Couldn’t you s tell?
You in the belly of the beast, were the Fallen Indeed
See, corrupted seeds
And it’s many degrees, I’m on a higher ing plain, got that aerial STEEZ, be easy ...you z can’t beat me