Poison in my veins lights a flame in my brain

That maintains the pain that may change my frame of mind

Blind, I design rhymes, intertwined, double timeGenuine Frankenstein

I made a monster

Conquer, music scene, golden ticket, Wonka

Conjour, lyrics in my belly, I got thunder

Younger, everybody wishes they were younger

The older I′m getting, the more I feel the hunger (Get 'em)

Beltеr like a welter wеight helter-skelter need alka-seltzer (Get ′em)

Alpha, Beta, Delta, I help you into the fall out shelter (Get 'em)

Melt a mind or two with these rhymes,

You might find you never felt (Get 'em)

A feeling like this feeling, be believing I′m a demon, I′m a devil

Fuck the game, completed every level, I'm a vessel

For spirits to channel out of my lyrics, I′m a rebel

I raise my fist, the anti-capitalistic pissed I revel

In society collapsing; Fantastic, now pump the treble

Tick-tock off the top of the tip of my tongue, I am tapping telepathy

Terrify them with the terrible telekinesis tantrum;

Yes, I torture the enemy

Slowing the flow and then growing the flow,

And I swallow the flow like a Toblerone (Get 'em)

I′mma feast on the flow, I'm a beast with the flow

Then I′m switching it up and I'm taking it low

Kiddie with a black heart in a car park by Primark

Jamming Django Reinhardt

Living like a rockstar, refine rap to a fine art, Vincent Van Gogh

I start

Making my mark like Frankie Sinatra

King, call me Arthur

And my style is homegrown like growing cali weed

Don't need no personal trainer, I got trainers on my feet (Ay!)

You know I got the soul in my bowl when I eat

You know I′m staying grounded when I grind up my beef

But if you got a problem, my brother,

I might just put on some rubber gloves

And just choke you ′till larynx ruptures,

And blood, it just bubbles up

And the bubbles just double up, and you struggle, but luck is up

'Cause I′m subtle at covering up the trouble

Cover up the crime scene, 1990, that's my scene!

My teen years were spent rolling the Thai-green

Obscene fiend in a pair of baggy jeans

Putting backy with the green, roll a fatty dopamine

Starts flowing, my cerebellum glowing

The pendulum is slowing

I′m swinging and I'm swaying but I don′t know where I'm going

Mind running Jessie Owens, Hallelujah, Leonard Cohen

All these seeds that I've been sewing slowly growing like trees

I grow, then I preach

Scrap that, I teach

Teach over beats

To all those that seek

Teach on these streets

Streets can be bleak

But bleak was the place where I rose to my feet