Holding the microphone, bold when my mind’s gone
Reaching for the throne prone to them vices
Blue but the nicest everybody wanna be the best
But who’s you trying to impress when you come in playing chess
Personally been rhythmically complacent with my placement
Nocturnal character lyrically in his prime seeing the babel in his own time
And here he finds the keys to his blown mind
Forever feeling free within these rhymes with ease he binds
A subject and a sound an end to the bounds
Savvy alienated alien blessed by his pen
Got hoards of motherfuckers judging me by the way that I speak
Could’ve heard the pain in my speech
Ever since I started slaying them beats
Everlasting, peace and pass spliffs
Quirky with my wits bastard kind of shit
Conquering paper with my pen meta matter shaping then shattered all over my soul cuz my mind’s blown
Finna get grown inna fishbowl not a tank
What you think apt to link and not to sink
That I’m fighting for on the fence with the glory what's in it for me
Knowledge spread lyrically around bts anthem of the cities
Psychological anarchy over physical integrity
But of all rhetorical authority impressing with lyrical prowess always winning the subconscious conquest