Outro 2

[Verse:]

[?] on the ground, got me feeling like I'm Icarus
Flew too close to sun, now I'm kinda feeling sick of this
Going down this road, but the past's kinda rigorous
But nobody knows that the devil runs my ligaments
Sometimes I lose control of my mind through the ignorance
Lucifer has shown that my body isn't timorous
Losing all my interest, this difference is of the lyricist
Spitting this on the mic when I'm killing this with the flow
Impossible, unstoppable, undroppable
Fully automatic, come and kill em with the rythym
Imma kill em when I get em with a little bit of venom
I be chopping in any motherfucker that be thinking they can take the lyrical assassin
I be passing this, power from the venom of a basilisk
Don't wanna be a pacifist, so I pass the fist and I pass the mic
Dynamite when I'm finna fight, [?] to the end to the [?] night
Born to write, so you ask [???] to the [?] as well
I show you the light