In the belly of the alchemist

I memorize the null set

Brass filled the reservoirWe swam into the sunset

Drew a map of empty promises upon my flesh

Wit crow feathers

No stress

Was fed from the breast of a warrior

Now i′m two times deeper than i started

Wit no vines in sight

I stir the cauldron with my left hand and stop time wit the right

Every rapper i know was raised on the crack pipe

We so selfish so daring

No boloney no staring

Trunk fulla scimitars

While i'm dressed like a zuave

Send the white man to hell n get rid of all the nuance

It only seem right that its fog in my brain

Since i was born that way

On the horse w no name

A jheri curl n a cape

Practice sans praxis

This lonely bastard

The last standin

The sketchbook is a seance

I conversate w ghengis khan

This is brains without brawn

Trout without spawn

Trite without calm

I taught myself song

From the motherland

AKA winn parish

They said my ink pen was garish

I cast it to the side

Wrote my raps w yellow bile

They speak of life n death w false dichotomy

These Farcical lobotomies over 4G 5G

Baraka never lied to me

That′s Amiri

Not Obama

30 rounds for 30 commas

Activate the field spell

Activate the field spell

On the back of a Salemance wit a bashful nature

Kept the raps inside a turkey baster and i

Clutched the album like a bag full of pastries

It's an infinite space i created cuz i'm

Small minded

Im small

Small minded