Eternal

[VERSE]

Fe Fi Fo to the Fum
Smell the blood of a Nigerian
Ostracised and then baptized by contradictions
Formulations of equations rendered non-existent
Same fellas who constantly criticized beats
Same fellas moaning since they heard my track fees
Anyways old news like my school shoes
Future bears gifts cherish in the present
Past my ex down the street about a week ago
Feelings lost not sorry as it's your loss
Baby mother now with 3 different papa's
Don't blame them the psychopath in you drove 'em away
Mother conversations bout the old times
Picture relics mentally retain the recollections
Summer 94 water fights on Yellow Brick
House parties, bike stolen and the BBQs
The fruits of my labor let me now enjoy
After the 9-5 home time producing beats/
I don't have the luxury of studios
Create my art - where I embellish peace
Tell me a definition of a classic
A composition that can never get old
Layback Thought till my dying death

And even during death, my beats will be ETERNAL