cue the instrumental i’m on a verbal murder spree
my strong mental is invincible i use it as my armory
so ain’t nobody harmin’ me
God on my side, we work in perfect harmony 
my life is so inspirin’, something always inspirin’ me
it’s time i put the past in the past, RIP
’cause i’m on to much greater things
now, listen to a poet speak 

my writings and my poetry, and all the rhymes i write
they’re all so bright they can actually revive
like, bring the dead to life
how the fuck i make you feel so alive
when all the while i am so dead inside?
oh, but you already know
i’ma go with the flow, i’ma Rod the Wave
my Hearts On Ice

am i the bringer of life?
or am i the angel of death?
everything i write, i’m sayin’ it with my chest 
every one of my lines will hit you like punches and take your breath 
… like shots to the solar plexus
i’m off the chain like a stolen necklace
overzealous, and oh so reckless
similar to a nexus, with unlimited points of intersection
– quick interjection,
that’s not a point of conjecture –
i’ve been preaching this for seven years,
like teaching fourteen semesters 

to keep it real i’m staying modest i know i got a lot of work to do 
but if we’re being honest i got that organic flow you see up in a Whole Foods 
pay attention to the subtle signs and you’ll realize sometimes i’m thoughtful,
on other days you’ll find there’s another side of me that’s fuckin’ thoughtless
and my lover likes it, he says i’m flawless and i’m toxic
i create problems and then i solve em
im equal parts of startingly philosophical –
and shockingly moronic.
that’s the way im geneticly wired,
all the particles and enzymes inside of me are paradoxical
it sounds illogical but a blind man told me it was obvious 
it’s no obstacle, even without the need for opticals
he still sees me shining bright like the sun on tropic islands 
i shit diamonds.
flow deadly that’s a serious crime, 
here comes the indictment 
im a gemini, beautiful and damned 
you know what they say, we’re handfuls so we demand both hands

every time i fall, the very next thing i’m gonna do is stand
i told myself i’d write a book the first time my teacher put a pencil in my hand 
what is my plan ? to become the greatest 
so great that “The Life of J” makes it seem like Biggy’s a failure 
and you forget Wolfgang because my wordplay makes Mozart look like Iggy Azealea
you don’t know art if you think that i can’t make it
most are after the fame but my whole heart is dedicated 
i pour my soul into a rhythmical flow i’m a lyrical poet and my barz are educated 
this is for the ones that don’t know i’m on the way to sayin’
“Nothing Was the Same” just like Worst Behavior