Yeah
Aye
I'm rapping from the catacombs
Writer bombs ravage homes
Tired of this f**king feeling
Wheeling while I'm out alone
Staring into deep space
Contemplating physics
Logistics got chemist hand
Working on specifics
I'm using sound waves
Manipulating molecules
Elevating pans burning strands
Up on the follicles
Walking enigma with the
Mind to graph a black hole
Pin point the destination
Morgan Freeman wormhole
Soul is on the rise I is(eyes)
Looking for the highest bidder
Feel the shiver when I'm
Up at three k**ing of my liver
Told me bring a sixteen rather
Triple six can't help myself
Living by the code upon my wrist
I feel the lift the resurrection eminent
Dark bars and dark cars
The ammo to my syndicate
I'm mailing anthrax sign to yours truly
Beach City Young Von stepping
Up to unruly gawd damn