Frontline Fairytale

I was born on the may 25th of a certain year
The months seemed to eclipse how weak I took surrounding fear
Somehow I got pregnant with words way more than I could bear
So I came here to drop 'em off with evil acumen
Where is the semantic in you? My mother panicked, i managed to keep my eyes straight
I'm a black with a white trait
Though I hardly do things that would get me to the cloud nine phase
Just like weed, I'm rapping 'cos I wanna get to a high place
Universe particle, I hit my neighbour mandible
Even though that I know that everything in life is accountable
Secretaries document every bit of my life til' they accumulate into megabytes
I take better bites off the national cake
Its like a marginal case of a young nigga who prolly has a personal taste
For finesse in music and not minding pay
For studio sessions and classic dimension, then people picking out the worst of the emcees who don't do anything pertaining to rap
Music is like a reverend, it got me revived
The art of speaking on beat is a witty design
Camaraderie with hiphop is really divine
Its time to get crude and prolly get my people refined
I am the mechinist with a wild mechanism and methods meant for the mesh of the emcees I call the mentors
And you a Harry Potter that's gotta run from the mentors
I break the rules of Physics and strike with different dimensions

Chorus
This' my fairy tale
This' my fairy tale
This' my fairy tale
(X2)

Verse 2
Where did I end the story?
Was it at the place where my glory shined and I glorified hiphop like it was the olden times
Drop you right down the building like its storey time
Change of tone brought Thor here so that's like a lowkey line
So we line out the superheroes we called here with Euros numbering out to six Zeros
I'm married to a dead game like a widow
They kinda scared to do hiphop so they rocking dildos and say things we already know
Good emcees what we searching, ones we have just want Versace
They wan' make songs that are catching to the eyes of the marching crowd
They fail me to the point of passing out
So, to this effect, I'm infected with the task of making crowd mentality 2, along a M.A.A.D city 2
I'm a Kendrick Lamar speeding off the tarmac, about to get fly
My worst song is definitely better than their best try
Taking shots at you, hurling projectiles
Next time you get high, you don't mess with my red eye

Chorus

This is dedicated to two sets of people out there
Those who wanna know about me
And those really really really wack rappers
I'm coming for y'all
Not now, though. lets go back

A Kanye West doing statutory
A Wiz Khalifa taking Molly
A Nas telling stories about a Jay-Z
Who is soon gonna feel sorry
A warrior with a victory
What am I saying? I'm saying crap
Lemme just shut up. Silence is golden