The Underground

Gaze on face on Underground lives on... Mic like fire flames I spit on... I possess and embody the powers that lies spiritually and its so real Habitually I used to write about candy and liquor. But now I write how candid and equal I stay up all night to perfect my rhymes, dialect the words and discard all primes I've never been known- no one like... Oh he's nice or he's got skills Before the days of rhyming and sleep pills Mic perversion; the nucleus of knowledge I pass on. Amidst evil I strive on Assuage every lyrical latent I was born to spit flames with hypothetical cadence I am the light that shines from the dregs I am he with the strength of helium mixed with sweat