Check, the currency of the current denominator
Elevator life, but stress is the dominatrix
The Pre-Madonna drama
That top rhyming, high flying fury only feeds you a plate of that Top Ramen
I'm not styling only providing what is suffice
When you nice, the elevation of this life is what you write
I penetrate precise
Two eyes, deep sight, 3rd eye brain waves, dark nights, ink fights
It's fornication within the letters I severe
These rulers could never measure what pa**ion brings with the pleasure
I'm clever with the science
Sentinel with syllables
To redefine and regulate his minerals to miracles
I'm mentally a mercenary made of mercury
I murder mercy with a 3rd degree
Burn to bring the surgery
Urgently I ignite, that karmasutra kinda coo coo
Take a step within his noodle
Novelist I'm nice and useful
State that facts, you gotta be something deeper
When ether fades away what left is the facial features
Of the Peter Piper picking up the pencil
Purify potential
Pushing up that progress
My knowledge been novice
My wisdom been complex
I'm high tech, rapping in storm
Furious in form
Curious like George
Need a morgue when that wise kid be kicking rapping with his board
To automate this artistry, just calculate my core