Verbally my words encourage me no insecurities/
I blurt until it's perfectly worded deserting certainty/
And then I rise like/
Mercury in burning heat/
When I third degree burn a beat to emergency/
Something like a word disease/
But no infirmary heard of a cure for me or would work on me surgically/ Because I could react allergically/
So they're observing me and learning me, determining, why I'm, externally/
Spitting into to eternity with no hyperboles/
When I twist the words that I serve like cursive z's/
However it just occurred to me/
Love is blind, word to eve/
Which can explain why with rap I can “NAZI” like Germany (pause)/
But still can feel it in the air, word to Beans/
Still can spit with perfect ease, even though I don't prefer to free/
I’d only lose a battle, (only way) if my verse was verses me, and even that'd be a courtesy/
Rap is filled with perjury, but no one steal my spit till your saliva reimburses me/
That shit isn't concerning me/
I think collegiate like fraternities, whenever I rhyme like nurseries, although you probably haven’t heard of me/
Which is undeservingly/
Because I deserve to hit commercially/
But sometimes it burdens me (pause)/
Cuz my work is worthy of worship or getting undetermined currency/
But preferably I just want my words and beats to serve the streets/
And the suburbs merging these/
Into a converging piece asserting peace/
From the upper echelons to the work released/