[Produced by illucid]
[Verse 1: AM]
I never would've guessed that I'd be doing this sh**
And I'd never woulda knew who I'd be doing it with
The crudest of gifts, my role is just as good as it gets
But that's not true if unless, I continue to progress
I've proved that I wreck, but I'm just one, speck to this mess
My rhymes suppress the worst feelings of civil unrest
You're getting the jist, no need to add no more to this list
Record the track, and after the beat is in bits
The creed is in full effect, but one the brain can't detect
I'm ripping 'em up like the sheet isn't intact
I'm tactical, logical decision without being practical
Practically the disciple of Heraclitus
You cannot deceive, I'm not fooled by your facade to double dip
My words are those you would dig through rubble with
The ears listen to length but never width
My theme now is benevolent
Immerse yourself in the sounds of eloquence, [come on]
You know you can't get enough of this
[Break]
[Verse 2: AM]
Can you really see what we're scheming, we're dreaming
Eating with the higher powers, who's powers are still lesser than ours
Training for hours, already devoured those of higher prowess
They cower to the greatness of A.M
Now you get what I'm say-in
Everyday that I'm praying, I'm asking for greatness
Even though some of my bars may seem that of a satanist
I guarantee that I'm sane, my brain is compelled to delve into
Staying out of my lane, and more explosive than the nukes
Hiding out inside the Ukraine
I'm a rapping Bruce Wayne, Batmane
You n***as still fishing for answers
In the arcade crane game
I don't wanna be me for a day, let's trade names
Let me walk a day in your shoes
So I can determine how many times your destined to lose
I must've lit a fuse, your head's going up in the fumes
Let me stop, I've mopped the floor enough now the 8 Immortals the broom
Rap like I'm over-dosing on shrooms
Bring about the evident doom
Apocalypse to your residence, whom
Dares to challenge the words I choose to diffuse
To make listeners think, to be no longer confused
Never prolong it, to seem that much of a sonnet
I've came to just bomb it
Harder that the lip balm shared between
A dead Osama, with Obama chilling in the Bahamas
Talking about if peace could ever be accomplished
I've dropped it, now I hope your brain isn't hurting
I'm more than grateful to say, "I'm glad you came with me on this journey"