SET IT
All these, words expressed in this cranium
When I spit, my words hit you harder then titanium,
I wonder, laying on the floor of the stadium
Well there ever be a challenge to me, I better call professor utonium,
I bet he has some sugar, spice or even uranium,
There must be someone better then me, Whoever made me um,
Must have had touch for words, and a small dosage of some,
Lyrical, Drink that makes him think, of all this genius planning which may linc,
all the words, that ever made sense to him, to sync, one way or another.
But why Must I be blessed, why not someone other,
Is it because I was raised with a mother, and a brother but no no,
I had no father. Why Wheres my Father? he must have been smothered,
in order for me, to receive such a gift, even bigger then me, so there must be nobody
that well be left, to climb this cliff that well ever be as good as me as you can see.
Cause I'm a king, of my own world, End.