Bye to the permanent realness
Fly till I die - my terminal illness
See the surfer of the firmament k** this
No flatline, looking at the sky like 'thats mine'
No mystery, making history's a past time
Influence of old school, register my cla** rhymes
No principles, invincible lyricist
Welcome to my world my invisible listeners
I know what you're doing, I know what you're thinking
I'm inking the rhythm and nobody's blinking
Wide eyes, I elevate my story like a high rise
Since I was taught to write, and go record to mics
Now I'm on the up and getting an*lyzed
Like I'm boarding flights, flow's watertight
Penny for my thoughts tonight, provide 25 per cent
I'm calling for some quarter right