Symmetrical, mathematical magical bars with the pencil
Jotted on papyrus forged by Osiris with a send hill
Torn by Icarus’s divines; So our like Citrus mission
Been seen thus by this lyrical machine ‘cause
I view the flu flow sick in the past tense flying
Screw you emcee Zu does the Sayf routine such
A sword like word fight with horse power like Porsche
Hours like -me and you owning- passing by like dying flowers
Nicodemus; sicker thesis; locked up in brackets like parenthesis;
Feet on the ground like parents punishing you; due to the ether
Massed up in a flow that’s eager to bust like desert eagles
My pen should be illegal when I flow ill; go over heads like: where did he go?
Still; here though with the microphone clutched; such a Sayf maze
When a safe place amazes the great; Alexander the great misplaced
When I grace a fiber with ink from my mind; I rhyme in lines parallel
To a pharaoh’s burial; Zu unsheathes sables with a fashionable
Underground like subway jumpsuit like Mario in a suit; suits me fine
Like getting booked my rhymes shine like a spotlight on; spotted light on
The instrumental; red dots next to my sentences with mastered accurate
Impossible rhymes like peace in Nazareth; you can’t beat me, my bars sicker
That would be like Arabs visiting a bar mitzvah; …never…