2 – 4 – 4, the launch that I now speak,

I learnt Galore.. It meant me, smile and blink.

Seasoning the lifetime I see, do you Compris?

May 5th was the avenue, to a greater avenue

Third Eye blasted open, but my mind wasn’t broken.

You can never lie to me, all I hear is hide and seek

You can never tell the truth, honestly I am bored and rude.

Millions, minions, mainly it’s just idiots.

I rap like I smoke, “Ayo, roll a blunt!”

Here I go. There I land. Pause.

Sun keep rising, Sunday rising yo

You eat charcoal, here’s a chariot. Cold

I come with the bark, guess what?! I don’t burn.

Astute and solute, come find me, Mr Brute

I shook his hand, he went for my boot, yo

I raised my foot, to find an acid troop.

I returned to sender, read my own book

I’m way too fly, to stay hiding in, true.

Here’s the Library, Sunday Roast. Stoked.

I’m way too full, I emanate light-year

This is true. It is a formal rite.

I lost a house because of Time, I gave

Not the dream, but Hell in for their place

I write illusions, curve them on the bay

I pray to God, do not let this one Ashay.