I spit heat like the dessert in Saudi Arabia
Testing wit, seated in a throne in Mesopotamia
Babylon height like complexity inside of me
Digesting the reality inclining the end of me
Thoughts flying out my head like a Trojan horse
Fought until the death when I had oiled my force
Flexible wielding each verse and each rhyme
Tangible seeking for verbs and ingenuous lines
Mysterious feeble rhythms like Semitic writing
Serious, deeply and sealing transmitted mind tricks
Injecting ginseng into your brain and let it sink
Thickening insane patterns stained with ink
Emitting visible visual black Henna on your skin
Scarring you for life with mental metal in sync
With the afterlife flick, beyond this material world
Staple the leafs of mayhem in front the new world
Third piece in one day

