This is a song about "Lyrical killer second coming"

Lights coming up, night coming up,

I know you're mad, but so what

An atheist to a christian in one second

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

You on the ground restin,im a fucking killer teachin lyrical lessons,

The power of knowledge threatens, im educated with weapons

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

Cause im coming with the real shit and i lyrical typhoons

Showing my lyrical skill and lyrical power,

Not too many is touching, double m g this summer

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

To become a lyrical killer and slit your throat with a damn metaphor,

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

The ink spilling at 2 words per second