Insomnia

Yo
See every verse is like a special edition, the variant something different
Rappers smitten by the words I've written, it's my affliction, my addiction
Every track is a detox, breaking through these walls like sheet rock
Easy kids CD is certified smouldering
Bolstering my confidence is common sense acknowledging
My excellence is evident, the precedence i'm sеtting
When I'm meddling it beats no rеsemblance of anything you ever heard
Never scared message served nigga i'll X you out
For stunting like my dominance as well and doubting
Selling out bailing out well endowed with written flames
Still I gotta spell it out for motherfucking shit for brains
Brother, you couldn't match this with colours
It really ain't a theory it's a fact bitch i'm [?]
In summary what you utter is uterly introductory
Skullduggery, type of shit that still puzzles me
Smuding sweet grass to get me through this drudgery
Imprisoned by the addiction television's where the dungeon be
That dragon fire that demogorgon you Edward Norton
Is it just recording my texts important like with news reporting
Fact check what you absorbing makes your proof supporting
The truth is often victim to what dudes is hawking
At the moment i'm that gregory peck for omens
The Mick Jagger the holy dagger that cut him open
For those smoking questioning what I'm penciling
The beast defeat with eloquence, defeats the peace of reverence
I break it down again I slew some demons with the word
The way i bless the rythm with the blessed writtens like an exorcism
Hip hop I bring it home like extraditions
The bronx favourite son, nepotism
To those left in prison told they need only envision
Your conditions a pre-existing and it was written
Like Nas' second album i got a weapon out 'em
It gave me power like a box with a question mark
In every session I embark on a journey with a weapon
Kept sharp for the tourney in case a nigga with a little bit of
Spark try to burn me never that though no naps
Yo your man stay up like picked Afros
Nigga swear i got the game genie all the rap codes
Lame Houdini's can't escape the traps of the trap flow
These toys Hasbro, fire to my last stroke
Rap dudes Bane, Bruce Wayne got his back broke
No one above it niggas dug it like an artifact
These cats whack, like mob killers are harking back
To something greater motherfucker