I combust your ass when I rap

Especially when I flow over Nicos trap

It’s the Haitian, Danish bad lad

Damn I’m glad that I’m back

But what I see in this rap game is sad

Mumble rap – I cannot say they are crap

But it’s like no lyrics attached

There’s a vast space in the tact

It feels like a gap in the musical time

I feel mad, it’s like rap only with the shine

Where’s the dime in delivering the prime of a beautiful mind

In the subliminal in lines

Passion over riches – might be one of the clues to passing over bridges

To those valuable increases

Just like Jesus did

Jesus kid I must admit that the fable is lit

But personally I’m bridging to meditation

As the creditor that gives me the credit

It’s like being in the critical factor where you edit

Master the subconscious mind vivid

Close your eyes feel it, Life is extraordinary, dig It

I’m feeling energy innervate

As I intergrate law of attraction

In my faith

It’s not to debate

My spirit is liquid like lemonade

Never out of date

In my mind I penetrate Wormholes

Creeping through 'em straight

I’m liquid, solid and gas not to surpass

The task is to understand that mass Is fast

I’m changeable mind body heart and soul

Creating something out of nothing is inevitable

All is stored in control

Controllable like syllables

My belief is to follow the flow

Everything is holo

Welcome Apollo

Master the subconscious mind vivid

Close your eyes feel it, Life is extraordinary, dig It