staring in the eyes whites of Satan, recite the bible verbatim
bow to the sky and I'm praying whichever God that I'm facing
offer ya graces while i author this cadence if not its off ta the races
constantly training with these scholarly pages, chronically failin
crosses I'm nailed an let these razors weave through my wrist
i breath...i walk...i feel....i talk...but do i even exist
seizing my gift, slice my name into society's under belly
young and ready, machetes deadly, notoriety done but dwelling
others paling, medley felony, look at what I've spun, It's sad
so I lunge with wrath, cut the crap into a hundred pungent scraps