My verses held in biblically//
When I breath I cause tranquility//
Lot of rappers want to mimic me//
I don't just rap, I spit symphonies//
Willingly knowing whats on the road ahead of me//
All casualties and mass tragedies//
All catastrophes when I grip the mic//
I spit spikes that turn to poisonous lead that wound your life//
I soul slice through beats and into crowds of battle//
I've held champions by the throat and snapped their necks like a horses saddle//
I'm that actual, don't need to pretend//
I never receive disses, cause mine blow on impact as soon as I send//
So why act like you actually can hang with this//
I hang tectonic plates with weights off each edge of my wrist//
I taught aliens how to touch the stars//
Creating black holes when I tear off each of my scars//
Never asked for forgiveness it wouldn't be given//
I know this from experience after the 4 horsemen's horses I've ridden//
Open my brain and you'll see a fragment of Pandora's Box//
After what I been through my soul is tied with chains and locks//
Verse reach that of Heavenly//
Can't mess with me, remember this...I'm Ay-T.//