{Verse 1: Dre the Monarch}
Dre season
Unable to see it coming so don’t appreciate
Graffiti paint on the walls while we’re blade running
Looking amazed at unfazed expressions
Stamina of man that teach Ajax lessons
So far writing this raw as an homage
Flow gods propelling art often the most scarred
When hurt incur literature and knowledge to discard
In depth studied homer never found my own marge
This verse is Mona Lisa through hands of Mozart
Man this piano keys and anarchy
Vacillate between pushover and no ni**a can handle me
I’m loathe to the concеpt of growth no Jonny Appleseed
Prefer watch thе world burn with fascinated apathy
Abandoned many Annals that define my personality
A person with various fronts
Stacked one on the other I can’t decide what I want
Confront the scripture on the wall but can’t decipher the font
Disciple of pun
Recycle the undesirable plunge into darkness
Your mind took through the often denied nooks
Just like Boston a bomb cooks
Caution aside look to the thorniest side
Crooked the corneas wide
Hooked on this Morpheus ride
Writing for prophecy rhymes
Biting from all sibylline books
This all was decided
Began with big Sean now I’ve all but ignited
Gemini and Madlib we done hadron collided