One, two, yeah.
Modern art theme, vision is sharkene.
Bars of venom, cause I'm a poison dark king.
Tattoo indelible, scriptures incredible.
Vandal so sick with the script, sitting medical quick.
Kill, calligraphic for real, futuristic.
But still I got the classic appeal and that's me.
A beast on the beat, I'm free.
From where the edge of America meets the sea.
Graffiti all the hated for the simple fact they sprayed it.
Still I'm proud to say I got a couple friends that made it.
Straight out the streets, into the galleries.
Through the industry, out through the galaxy.
Heavy lighting, thunder and lightning.
It's exciting, high and sky writing.
Rock and written symmetry, come and get your membership.
Hand skills mandatory, crash course and penmanship.
Yeah, y'all, you know what time it is.
What?
What?
Rock and...
What?
Nah, man, I love this underground *, man.
I love this *.
I send nice vibes.
This *'s useful for the butchers of the windows.


Think.
You still playing your game?
An essay?

This and that.
Get fresh.
Hannah, Serena, William, good thanks to the Lord for tracks
Like the pilgrims, all my children, work through pen and paper
Intercourse, there's no mistakes, rational thought is the source
My divorce, due to good beating like Ike and Tina's
You cool, light steppin' like Bunyan, havin' ballerinas
Y'all are gay, the pipe dreamers, crack fiend dependents
I'm the superstar with hand and feet print cemented
Portage days in the desert, floods fillin' and drippin' sweat
Face to face with the angel of death, the vision quest
Carry the torch, searchin' for escape from the matrix
Attain the secret knowledge, spit flames and shapeshift
Take this for gospel, the hostile apostle
Philosophical doctrines polished in my monocle
The honourable scholar, droppin' knowledge like an oracle
The prodigal son, burnin' my name into ashes
Beat the war drum and rain dance like a lunatic
On a full moon, invokin' spirits on some voodoo *
In the Himalayas with a yeti meditatin'
I travel in the astral to Hades and battle Satan
It's most difficult to win against the demons within
Cause then, and only then, can the freedom begin
My evil twin's a cult leader with a devious grin
And a recognised status like the dean of sin
MC King, the temple druid slash marvellous assassin
Perform the black magic, start sharpenin' my axes
Composin' sacred chapters, writin' carpets
With Aladdin, astronomical alarm
I'm one of the stars when I'm rockin'
The extrasensory perception has been cleverly perfected
Blessed heavenly messages to remedy a skeptic
Steppin' to my temple, attempting to test the mettle
And temperament of an emperor with infinite potential
And the