As I swerve on the roundabout, thinking how the sound is mild The instrument empowers and allow the words to show it out But while we're wasting time, I'm pasting rhymes Stay facing the sky, and blazing fine Trees, motherfuckers look and think I'm chinese Chinky, my eyes bleed red when I'm high, please The sky's the limit so fly out and on Only to find that the route is wrong, so puff this bong I love these songs 'cause I write it on the journey The middle of the riddle that the people don't concern me The riddle in reverse as I rehearse is giving birth To something certain quite disturbing, I should curse but I conserve the Negative verbs, nouns and adjectives, words Any man planning to walk will find the path he deserves But many verses be talking about cash money, jewelry All the things ain't got nothing to do with me, two or three Four to the five, I'm alive and feeling it Recognize the rise of the wise Intelligent eyes all vision this vibe, the high element Will hide your pain and make it subside, just for a little bit You gotta chill with the man of the rhymes My bars turn water to wine, 9 times outta 9 And I'm tryna blind all the shine rappers that steal The shine from the poetic skills of the spitters, that's real But I'm still at the bottom stepping stone All the problem that's been going is another step in growing And a lot of it is showing, only forward's where I'm going Cause the mic's bout to explode, but I hold it, reload the flow Shoot passed the solar system, out smart the class with the coldest wisdom In real life exams, there's no revision I solely wish that all chaos turn into peace That the profit covers the cost and what was lost is in the reach