I did a lot of research for this verse.
I’ve got you hatin my soul, I’m so sick on the mic
The government released me as population control
I’m sicker than a mutation of the 21st chromosome
My life’s journey was carved on the dropa stones
I spit pure horror known as my lyrical pessimism
Ahead of my time like the Antikythera mechanism
I’ll wreck the system, diss you and then assault ya
My rhymes capture your mind like Project Mk-Ultra
I’m the first to step in the ring when the throne calls
I’m perfect like the precision of Costa Rican stone balls
I won’t fall in battle, I’m known as one with honor
I strike emcees with the force of the sons of Brahma
My verses will get stuck in your head all day n night
Cause every lines crazy like the books of David Icke
I’ve never been one to try and please with sound
So when opportunity knocks I release the hounds