The concerto, of the desperado
R-double-O-T-S check the flow
If you know like I know then you know the motto
That's all the fake sh** gots to go
In the glow of the moon, over the melancholy metro
My poetry is set like a U.F.O.
The maestro, the lyricist concerto
My physical play the role of a vessel
The level of my lyrics law manifesto
My thoughts wrestle and attack with the k**er instincts
of a gorilla stronger than Samson