Mood

It's the mystical ballistics, so sadistic, when he flip
Schizo then he rips it, that's the paper, ain't no caper I'm
Confessing, got a blessing for this gift I've been suppressing
Mischief ain't got me stressing I'm an adaptor
I'm the hunter charging at you like a raptor, lyrical stunter, spherical thunderbolts, globe lightning, so bright and frightening, your
Lobe's tightening up, pressure applied, lack of pleasure identified
Panic is setting in, your manic in anticipation for my next
Move, so I flex, groove across the nation
Appreciating your patience,so alleviate your distressing with the vocal volts your letting in
No halt,it's your fault for thinking that
The local focal point would make a joint that didn't destroy
Craniums globally
Toying with uranium and nobly explosive
With this flow like dynamite,so the show won't ever cease
Till I release these speeches on these beats and get my
Deserved feats
I'm fervid it can get unnerving to those in my vicinity
Sometimes they want to get rid of me. Squash
Atrocious roaches, spit venomous as cyanide, torches lit no
Dying lights, still climbing to higher heights
Willing to die for diamonds, gosh I'd rather die for mosh pits,that's Definite
Why do I talk so true can be chalked up to my
Aptitude as a rapper and an artist, as martyr I'm the
Hardest as of right now, you trying to fight how I shook
The game up to 10 magnitude,came in the books without the
Chase for fame
My space has been claimed so when I walk in know I love it
When you say the name