I got a commando style

A flow that's just vial

When I was 5 I saw Rambo

Then used my words like they were my ammo

My rhymes are diabolical, all out philosophical

I want to be innovative in my speech

Because growing up I wanted to be a pastor & preach

But the one Halo I got came with my 360

To live a holy life I found was too risky

Because I spoke my mind,

Wanted to know the meaning behind

What made these people blind

If language is necessary,

I'll say what is meaningful & maybe I'll be legendary.

Words got power, no Kanye, meaning like Dante,

And if you ask for my motive I'll tell you, it's Yahweh.

Through the years I've taken my craft & learned to polish it,

Fear of the unknown almost came to abolish it.

But my hope is to bless those that would come to acknowledge it.

Ya you feel it coming,

The thoughts keep running

Ya you feel it coming,

Now your mouth is running

Ya you feel it coming,

The thoughts keep running

Ya you feel it coming,

Now your mouth is running

Now you're saying something,

But it really means nothing

Ya your mouth is running but really you're sayin nothing.

Now you're saying something,

But it really means nothing

Ya your mouth is running but really you're sayin nothing.

I'm at your neck, violin, I'm your blood, vial in.

Got beef? Go & grill it.

You thirsty? Go & fill it.

Stacking books like Tetris,

None of y'all can dent this,

Don't be messing with me or you'll get stabbed like tetanus.

What's worse than being bitten by a lot of ticks?

Hearing empty words over these politics, they speak a good game,

But their magicians with these tricks.

You were all the rage, as you performed up on stage.

Yet as I stand behind this curtain,

I am currently certain, that there is no reason for all of your drama.

You're in a different league, you're like prosthetic, I feel like your bars are really pathetic.

At the microphone, rip a beat, like a dog at a bone,

Which means I cannot pause,

I gotta workout my flaws, while I'm on the move,

I gotta point to prove.

Got to check my track & all of my written records, there's always more time, to improve.

Yah you feel it coming,

The thoughts keep running

Ya you feel it coming,

Now your mouth is running

Yah you feel it coming,

The thoughts keep running

Ya you feel it coming,

Now your mouth is running

Now you're saying something,

But it really means nothing

Ya your mouth is running but really you're sayin nothing.

Now you're saying something,

But it really means nothing

Ya your mouth is running but really you're sayin nothing.

Placed in ESL & but never failed English,

That's why since grade 1 been a lyrical genius

Tryna better myself, and you know that I mean this

I don't waste time, I'd go create rhymes.

My work is special, pay the loan, just to own its not a rental

Had the curly hair like my name is Bach but I wanna hit 'em up like my name was PAC,

So I understanding that there's more to life than wealth, there's more to love than self, there's more to friends Than help & there's more to feelings than felt.

I always dreamed to ball hard on courts and buy designer jeans instead of these pocketless shorts, & buy cars of All sorts, Beamer, Bends or Bentley, or even anything enviro friendly, & I want dead ministers to represent me,

I want dead ministers to represent me

But Made in His image is where I'll be.

Yah you feel it coming,

The thoughts keep running

Ya you feel it coming,

Now your mouth is running

Yah you feel it coming,

The thoughts keep running

Ya you feel it coming,

Now your mouth is running

Now you're saying something,

But it really means nothing

Ya your mouth is running but really you're sayin nothing.