| My flow pattern, that of a classic, symphony | 
| A magical timepiece, with unseen symmetry | 
| Accurate still, after a quarter of a century | 
| Indelible spells cast by warlocks and wizardry | 
| Print at it, know that toe taggin instantly | 
| I illustrate, so you can see it all visually | 
| The beat save, next we expand the memory | 
| Travel the land spreading ma musical ministry | 
| Guard-like on plex I’m whippin ma short mic | 
| The rhyme is a reminder why I stay up all night | 
| Hitplay, next day, know that you top flight | 
| Not a bad way to spend half ma adult life | 
| Invested in myself when nobody else believed | 
| Now d whole world proud of what I achieved | 
| Things changed, now I’m lookin like d safest bet | 
| Just gettin started ain’t saying nothing yet | 
| (You rap about violence too much) | 
| (Once again) | 
| (You want a fresh style, let me show you) | 
| Fat vegans body shamin you, niggas gotta improve yourself don’t blame me | 
| Extended victims tryna play me | 
| You can do anything in this world except when you’re angry | 
| Weaker than they that mourn an look sympathy | 
| Fall with grace not on your face | 
| Obsess less reinvent yo joylessness, death, of the heart an soul-unhappiness | 
| What are you a martyr? | 
| Meaning riots starter? | 
| Complacency of the companies, Facebook always listens | 
| Privacy is fantasy, we’re warlocks on d block, practising bitchcraft | 
| A little spit and polish an it’s as good as you | 
| Buy yo mean degree it’s royalty free | 
| The same people who claim to have no religious beliefs | 
| Are the same ones who fill my timelines wid comments about sports team | 
| Yow I sing a song, infinity gauntlet ringers on | 
| My conscience response to it by watching d consciousness, bring em on | 
| I gas em an blow up smoke in dem ass enough to build a bomb | 
| Even when it’s warm in d storm my tenders wants m&m been d creme de la creme | 
| Go tell a friend | 
| Remember me I’m hard to forget, respect d elephants | 
| I, God to Tom-Tom mack, to wise guys ipod crack | 
| No eyes on Lebron mon stat, I’m a maud Rashad John cat | 
| I’m come equipped wit d poisonous ink | 
| To prepare ma dallas pen for combat jack | 
| When cognac’s crack that couldn’t understand the flow so fat | 
| An made a waterfall fall back | 
| Lacking definitions cats asking «What you call dat?» | 
| Tell em all dat, valor hat the sultan map of mauve raps | 
| With print math, money is made with print math | 
| Dis fast, kid be just laugh, it’s witchcraft |