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