This is a song about "Modern"

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

I work with what i got, a modern macgyver

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

Like modern art i splatter words up all on the walls

The modern man was never dead, he's in my head/

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Here i go writing raps against the modern greats

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

If we are to rid the world of modern slavery

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Politics is like a game of chess, today's world is the modern slavery

Cursed you so many times the blessings hid in fear, your the modern eve with the apple

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle