The rhymes that I write are not finite But visual computer bytes from satellites under lunar twilight Zoom to your facial features, put your face on ice I've been waiting for this fight since the blade was on the knife The less that we thought, the more that we fought Harden our hearts, but your pain will not soften my response We fight for greed, not for god, this fight feels wrong So how long 'til we fight no more? Patriotism starts with the need to defend To Serve and Protect what you love from a threat We naturally progress in steps towards d**h Sometimes from loss of life, sacrifice and regret Conquests begets nightmares and always stress I still weep for those who have not yet wept By all means tell the truth, but tell it with a slant Tell it from behind the gates of a Concentration Camp Can-I-Bus? No!! Not now you can't Understand? Megalodon Man wants to have a word with you fam' Time signatures change, words appear not to be the same Yes, it sounds insane, but it's just Germaine Picture the human brain tryna map recognizable patterns With unrecognisable raps with sizeable subject matter Avoid the white noise, cut through the chatter The Mic' Grappler Hip Hop track thrasher, I am the master of all rappers Evolution of our species, ahh, speak please Now we are speaking at different frequencies Which style do I deploy, depends on who you talk to Every album is different, this is just a walk through Fronting on the God, remember what I taught you The weak hearted always want piggy back off you Shipwrecked in time suspended in the form of a rhyme At the most unfortunate times Spitbox International close quarter Hip Hop battle groups Where and when can I battle you?! To present you with a certificate that states you are fit to spit How long you think it took to rhyme like this? I stand still and emotionless, in this moment of disgust Wondering who the f** can I trust Us?! What do they mean by Us? United by One Mind, but divided by blood Sharpshooter Canibus gon' bust when he have to But why do he have to? That's what I wanna ask you People going at you, the people going at you This is unnatural, I rap for the youth Poetic presided speaker, may I see your masterpiece research? It's not ready, it's an incomplete verse As my thoughts begin to calm, the evil nature of the song Rip The Jacker loved by many, but hated by them all I've been repping Hip Hop since I was 10 years old AND YOU ALL KNOW HOW THE STORY GOES!!!!!! My Adidas have 3 stripes and white shell-toes AND YOU ALL KNOW HOW THE STORY GOES!!!!!! Got paid to hustle, got paid to flow AND YOU ALL KNOW HOW THE STORY GOES!!!!!! The illest n***a alive, by now you should know AND YOU ALL KNOW HOW THE STORY GOES!!!!!!