Mr. Boston Beatdown - Loose Scripts. Pt. 1 lyrics

Vibing to the cypher in my psyche I'm likely just a Lycan who can ID The situations lurking in this icy World of complications We cultivate the conversations I simulate the observation with these obligations In the optics Topics of a prophet with the logic I'm knowing that society will gossip I power-bond the pencil with the mental And levitate my soul within stencil Pave the way for what's essential I'm fully focused, I magnify my memories 3 fingers raised, for that hiii power energy My tendency is damaging, tampering with tension Not mention I'm a warrior, how wicked is my pension I put my life in hieroglyphics, when I spit it know you hear it Kinda vicious with the vision, on a mission With this ink I'm trafficking my sanity Humanity been intricate for practicing this vanity