Dirt floors. Bus rides.
Style emanations if the many.
Plenty in conformational holds.
Vice grip no slip
goretex chain hook key locked.
Ain't no escaping the self policed policy system.
...to be as others.
As if individual freestyle lives is creditless.
Unintelligible, do as others say
Avidya ignorance lost in the matrix.
Plastic, latex... hatred fueled.
Eminent, operating inner-spaces.

I serve my musical ministry...
A burst of feudal military.
Terrible, heretical
my style is where the terror be.
I'm error free..
Wild like fire and kerosene.
Others thoughts are blinded
while all I see, clarity.
Direct Hit. You bleeding is my death wish.
Step into this?
you can't defeat it cause its endless.
Avenge this?
My darts fly tremendous