Just been working earnest, birthing verses, and purging pages
Purpose for hearses or scrapped papers turn to furnace blazes
Next return, no churning haze just further traces
Of murder cases on pages, first I search a cadence
Surge in patience, from beat block to writers block
Now sixteen for a slot to follow up the spider drops
Worth a thirty two or sixty four, I’m eyeing top
Spot, along the way a flock of c#ck riders, biting stock
Midas jot, the Midas flow spit a writ exhibit
Watch me I’ll be top three ain’t sh#t yet R Kelly with it
Of this generation, disagree then, test my written
Instead you timid for a vision, man, test of spirit
What begets a Critic, bless the lyrics, ties both
Honing on the rhymes cold, bind flows, thrive slow
Tryna master this, no catalyst, my life’s road
Need no sleep to dream, I’ma see mine with no eyes closed
Lotus
I been bred to write, how my left and right push lead and white
Ahead of time, ‘bove head with lines, weapons tight when ZED arise
Tecs and nines, lead give height, strap attached like sex with dykes
Y’all confess to lies, my congested rhymes contest the sky
I digress the flight, rest the rhyme, flow heavenly
This greatness in the making, watch me make it with longevity
Vexed with time for bars still rap it like Ron Jerem, See
How I forget to ease on lyrics when I spawn faren, heat
I’m fair in height when rapping over beats, heads, snare and mic
Perfectionist, spend a month recording, ‘nother sparing rhymes
Bear with time and practice, hare and tortoise, feel it’s hare and I
But When I’m on, don’t leach of visions, pages, parasites
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