{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