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