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Verse 1
I flow to infinity melt the sky blow the vicinity
Roasting enemies who say they're homies known to be kin of me
Help them fly the shells held them high close to divinity
Hell defines me myself and I holiest trinity
Bottles will spill 'til I tap the bottom of wells
Throwing darts at mademoiselle swear to God I'm out of my shell
Do you spark L's with chron strong enough to rock a narc's bells
Naw but I hawk bars sharper than voodoo doll spells
It's all real but now the plot will start to get intricate
The colombian cartel with the bosnian syndicate
Brauds will get intimate with the dog pardon my french but
The heart of my intellect is like the darkest part of the internet
Hard to digest it goes over y'all like charters and jets
Or scars your neck like a barber off of his step
I ought to get vexed to get these thoughts up off of my chest
Yo the arts that you authors offer are often awful at best
I reveal skill with the steel quill who's the real deal
You said I wasn't ill yo chill how yo grill feel
I bet you're teething it wasn't dope if I ain't left you fiending
And had the whole entire venue screaming like

Verse 2
I exercise minds mic's get burned Hex electrifies
Lines striking words like the third rail
What I write bites a tweaker it'll either have him right like Sativa
Or so hype that he might spike a seizure
The pipe dreamer trying to glow bright like heaters
Niggas hold tight before them cold nights ice the fever
It's quite nice to meet ya yo it's bona fide that
My flow's as live as when the poet Nas lights the ether
Your bars feeble and weak I'm raw yo my scores
Are like swords they all get temper treated with heat
I'll let you soft rappers read em and weep
Ya'll some offhanded cross branded non factors we the elite
You try to test and it's immediate beef I peeped how
You sheep be rolling deep I bet you that's the key to your sleep
The street media dope journalist
Who keeps the pen on lock like cell blocks that hold murderers
You folks heard of us boy this the game that we play e'y day
Tear it down and make the crowd say mayday
Ey unless it's Hexagon against y'all camp
Yo I bet that I can get y'all amped now sing the chant

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from Words Worth a Thousand Pictures, released October 13, 2017

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