sh** I figure it's bout time to get back to me
But I know right down this line sits catastrophe
My capacity is that of a capacitor
I stay current, electricity trafficker
My anatomy is that of that an*logy
I'm painting perfect f**ing pictures, fractally
I practically practice apathy to combat the agony of atrophy
Until my art is seen rationally
See I'm adamantly adequate in blasting on these rhapsodies
My pa**ion pa** natural you go about it casually
Exact casualties are factored in attack strategies
So after we gather the last facts we lack tragedy
Yea, I swear I'm smarter than I sound
Cuz I'm known to eye bull like an archer for a crowd
A Godlike conjurer my head harbors crowns
And these people eat it up like fodder to these cows
I would have to be absent for my father to allow
A stagnant version of I that my talent hasn't found
Meaning dead or nonexistent
I made it here with resources, not a**istants
We all know my consistence sufficient
But still must commit to this brilliant contingent
My pigment is different but still sputter wonder sh**
"THIS IS NOT THE WAY THAT AN ATLANTA MOTHER fu*kER SPIT"
Nah, no the f** it ain't, f** it is, f** it then
A year ago I turned up, year later stuck at ten
It go f** the numbers, f** the dollars, f** the cents
A year ago, running it, well b**h I'm amok again