Beyond Zu
Checkmate when I state the opposite of loosing
Pen’s fait is amazed when I position Zu’s ink
Papyrus soaked by my tremendous flow
Battle virus in the throat of my pen, thus low
Upon the slope of rolling down from hope
Stood on a tight rope bowling and I strove
To strike lightning with the mike fused with a fuse
So I’m right now cycling on the clouds with Zeus
Flying above the rest with my pad on a Pegasus
Lighting doves to stress wit on a path off metal plus
Ions negative inside my dome upon cloud seven
Lions flying and residing on the southern heaven
Standing next to the moon glowing with bolts
Demanding you all to be howling like the wolves
Breaking up the sky in to seven equal pieces
Staking all the rights up high in this Evian thesis