Track 07 lyrics

[Verse]
As a kid thought very logical
Solved equations, methodical
An audible is run toss me the ball hear the gun and I'm off
Near the loft, ski
Ice cold my palms be
Regardless of the temperature
Pen and pad write a mental blur
Quick, a slick kick from the bic make you click click
Aw sh*t, with my writing always nit pick
Anyway earned this type of skill mister Hemingway
Actually I'm blessed, the test to be a blessing
I rest under protection of the Lord of lord and King of kings
Behold the sword the sting it brings
To the enemy it rings the bell
Let him know we're coming
And there's nothing he can do about it but to doubt it and
Try his best reroute it but
Ain't no changing outfit, we sprouted and so he outed
Peace
Ends the lease, cease release of the disease
Hope we feel the slam Batista bomb
Preach the real don
Row echelon formation cause it's Davaun
But what we really talking 'bout
I don't really know, on the low I just go with it
Moving slow with it or I speed it up and heat it up
So much kinetic energy you need to tuck and roll out
Like an autobot transform
Tell them storm the front
No swarm I hunt alone
All for all or one
Conform to none, a stone
Skipping on the water like missed the boat check the charter
Immunity diplomatic, ecstatic we're moving forward
And onward to victory, I can see it epiphany
This is it for me
A symphony of all my thoughts together
The flow is so natural but they steady calling it clever however
Just say thank you and keep perfecting my craft
Don't let it get to my head and start disrespecting my class
The past, present and future I'm still the same only better
Vendetta with an oppressor keep you wrong side of the lever
Or whatever