Somewhere in between the likes of vampires and goblins,

Villains with the mask, metal fingers, and some martians

Three headed beasts with the wings and hard skin

Double V signatures I ain’t writing with no pen

Jump out this jumbo jet of a whip that I was ghosting

I might need me something else to sip while I be boasting

Champagne on yo bitches titties, that’s where I keep hosing

My bed, or my bitches bed, that’s where I keep hoes in

Y’all might need to buckle where you sit cause I be floating

I might need to humble my position, I feel chosen

I feel rose, risen. quite a new position. askin no permission and living out my instincts

A new growth imminent. classes pass wisdom, learned to grasp splendor and turned it back into

Life lessons, make reflection on performance and acceptance

Learn understand my presence, what it means to be black and share my brethren, and what it means to be rap and share my essence

 

And what it means to be that, in critical reception

I cut and bleed on these tracks, for indirect election

I stunt to please, no relax, I’m spreading my infection

My subtleties need recap, I’m ill with little presence

 

(I take the rappers, hoist until they ain’t makin noise)

(If you feel the envy, send me, the blicky ain’t even rented)

(I take the rappers, hoist until they ain’t makin noise)

(If you feel the envy, send me, the blicky ain’t even rented)