Here we goes-
Check the mic, the beats can't be meak
its all about the skill, all bout the technique
rip it flip it and spit, the words just keep spillin
as they trip over my tongue on the way out to keep you chillin
Like a vocal virtuoso, i'm the rhythym in the tremolo
the tremble in the terminal
the light from the eternal
sun is never ending, i am
trans mutating, contemplating, convoluting
Uniform, cuneform, all still elating
The flow
above all else important
I challenge hell to contort it
As i write it all down with a keyboard to record it