Finally I'm submitting something with this.
Haywire and I were working with this for sometime, and it's been gathering dust. The first verse was recorded a long time ago, the second was recorded fresh today. Hope you all enjoy.
Lyrics
The Skywalker call me Anakin,
Don't read my rhymes examine them,
My lyrics turn living creatures inanimate, If you've gotta weak defense
I speak my mind and keep my sense,
Quick to toss a dollar your notta scholar you study chumps,
If theyre tearing off my limbs, I'll run on bloody stumps,
Your kicking monkey junk,
I'm known to flow with the best, Rock poems thatll open your chest,
I hope you can cope with the stress, the ghost in your head,
On some fluid shit, spit lyrics like a lunatic instead of bending spoons,
I rip riddles, With hidden clues, I pick and choose,
Hip hop and dead and I'm the living proof sipping forbidden booze,
Found in tombs and coffins, spilling life into the thoughtless,
Often stalking gossip queens, I kick philosophy and topple schemes,
Your flows the weakest, demolish mics your picking up the broken pieces,
Catch me smoking dro in Egypt my technique is peaking,
Ya'll cant reach it. The intricate human being
Speaking with reason, giving lyrics life and meaning as long as I'm breathing.

Hook-
We rhyme on 7 different continents,
For 7 deadly sins, extract our thoughts onto forgotten scrolls,
The pen is the syringe.
7 Ancient wonders, Get lifted make the heavens thunder.
You think your still ahead you better check your numbers.

I make you think until your brain is sore,
Staying razor sharp like laser swords,
Praise the lord, They saying Loo's a saber tooth,
In chains but they jangled loose, Menace with the pencil
My mental remains rearranging lost data.
Slam a crossfader with dark force, Like Darth Vader.
All haters needa recognize the seven,
Nah you ainta Lejin, Talk shit on the lap top
Never lets a mac pop, just kicks it into caps lock,
If he's very heated stay Cajette beefing
Even though the kid already beat him,
Now I'll leave him barely breathing,
Snatch his mic, even though my ass is white,
In his afterlife he'll be like,
"Damn that crackers nice"
Eyes as red as traffic lights. When I burn a Zig Zag,
Make your ribs crack, you aint so Big Bad,
Justa bigger target, my pens gotta trigger on it,
Pardon the puns, son of a gun, I'm a bullet,
One of a kind in a full clip, silver plated staying elevated,
Breaking molds, Stole the philosophers stone,
And rewrote the matrix, dethroning ancients off they pedestals,
Consuming knowledge till my head is full,
Roam the oceans, holding scepters,
Spoke with prophets now I'm sipping golden nectar,
I flow with logic, Modest embraced by a circle of saints.
Make you vomit turn purple and faint, While I broke the restraints,
You feared the glitches, Write in cursive reverse it read the mirror image,
Spirits listen when I rip shit, Sick diction Im never gonna quit this bitch.