The truth

to lounge in tabasco gloss

i stack the opps even if the mask come off

i trash the j to be brash i had to throw off

the opposition / proposition, i’m confident when i’m rot-twistin'

opponents / components with no pot to hiss in

i don’t nod with the cradle, though he a seraph with no halo

lucid, the glue, this bar’s a fresco

who’s this vermin then? a phantom who fly beyond the best

gripping a menace, put in presence what will rest like bet this

if life’s arcade, i’m throwin' tekken jabs

relentless, splendid, break the metrics

it’s sensitive, who’s the predicate? let me meddle with the embezzlement

y’all the counterfeit tenants

pawning the screen for an ex to spin it

i’m next to slit this script, these veins sharper than the wreckage is

squeezing oceans out a pebble, is that drip legit?

my moral gon’ flip, got rivers to riddle my grit