Ever since I came out covered in mucus and blood, I've been searching for the truth and for love, 

and ever since the forgotten doctor chopped my umbilical cord, they haven't gotten to stop the lyrical lord, 

spirits will soar, 

feel it and roar, 

a lion with a mane and a blessed brain, causing heads to bob next to God in exchange for neck pain,

 catch up to me, I'm up ahead in the next lane

Sealed and enveloped in flow, I developed it slow, let it settle and grow and gave it a hot metal glow, far from mellow when I show that I'm sharper than stilettos in snow, the kettle is ready to blow, sicker than the smelliest toe every rebellious level I go, creating combos and stating bomb prose like a pro, case closed like a door, with acumen, a human lyrically illumined, 

I'm conducive to beautiful fusions

The stars above remind me of the scars of love, and inner peace begins to cease when you realize you can't cage the dove, what will your legacy be when your days are done? Tranquility is an ability that overcomes rage before rage has won, while I flip through the pages of my own heart, hoping my words could melt a stone heart in need of a fresh start, begin anew, all I want for you is for the light to come into view

 11 Sagaba- Blue Scholars by candyflipped 

"I couldn't stand to see the queen breathe her dreams away,

and tell me her tomorrow will never become today..."

3D Dreams

Finespun phenomenal flow, words enter your second chakra and make the abdominal glow, Fateh, the nominal pro, with uncommon prose, fast forward and blast toward a methodical throw that hits the target and shakes your anatomical pose, never volatile, some say it's improbable though but I keep spitting like it's common to glow, scenes that I show are 3D dreams that I grow

Take a journey through my mind's eye, questioning what my soul will plead when it's my time to die; praying God hears my calls when I'm stranded up against the walls, will I go in peace in my bed surrounded by those I love; or die alone in the cold as the Angel of Death descends from above to take me, to a better place, will I be able to set my record straight as my body enervates?

In your bones

I bust rhymes like caged rage busts veins in 
the temples of a man, eloquent elements bring 
to fruition with rhythmic intuition an 
instrumental plan, to spit truth and get loose of 
the noose hanging around the collarbone, until 
I have the source of creation surrounded and 
all alone, and dive deep in it for hours or 
minutes, however long it takes to call it home, 
as I give a lyrical clinic that you feel in your bones

I came to uplift

I came to uplift like volcanic boulders that just erupted, the pauses and clauses in my speech cannot be interrupted, my vocation is personal transformation like a squawking black sparrow, into an eagle that walks tall like an arrow, and though it may fall it always gets up again, when you feel that your heart is worn, fear not, for that is when art is born, I go into my brain, feel the pain and start the storm

Divinity within, the trinity of word, rhyme and rhythm begins, from now until infinity ends, observe how I swerve with verve from word to word as verbal symmetry and imagery blend, while lyrical chemistry pops and fizzles, unstoppably sizzles, energy I endlessly bend, a 21st century force and entity, scorching plentily, internal chaos I readily mend, from now until infinity ends, until infinity ends