Still on top (Guest verse)

Never seen a god till I looked in the mirror and stammered

Stood tall as a mind(mine) then I hoisted my peril and hunger

Looked for an odd way out but stood stiff as a wall frieze(freeze)

Still decorated and adorned till my patience(patients) grew to be as cold as a soft drink

Guess you could say I'm idle(idol) minded cuz I think iconical(eye-conical) with ease

But I'm quick to flip it about and end up with major eye conical(iconical) disease

Keratoconus on these eyes that just poke out till I poke them in

As eye catching as it is, I'm catadromous till I get salty fishing

So I hit the road till I get tired(tyred) as if I walk on wheels

But I can hit the feels(fields) like a tractor that's on them fields

As savage as savage when I'm on the pen, this ain't no onstage play

I never pretend to end threats(threads) when I pluck them with no strings attached

Your raps are as baggy as a baggage with trash filling it on a basic day

Teeming with cents to own up to a poor living, I luck my way out with a mix of class

As poor as a church mouse but I fed it to the limit and grew unlimitedly

Living hand to mouths(mouse), guess you could say I'm armed to the teeth(get it?)

Even haystack saw the mist(sodomist) till I proved the pain is true

And now he's back to square one since he saw his rain(reign) is dew(due).