Sleepy: My rhymes come from a mind that's twisted, ain't nothin usual. My lines remind you of times of vibes from a funeral. Sorry if it's dark, theres a lightswitch but I don't use it though. My flow is always in drive, you always in neutral. My words are an epiphany. Spittin no simplicity, feel the electricity. This the holy Trinity. I spit wit no sympathy when I do this relentlessly, effortlessly, wrecklessly, and I go see the vet this week. Cause im a sick dog when Im rhymin. But I ain't rabib, i'm rackin and stackin on the fact that my faction is back in the action of smashin and thrashin these rappers who're whack. And throw em away in the trash can for actin and not statin facts. And givin a change to the rap game. Changing the state thats raps in. From the lames with no message. That have fame with no lessons. Worried about how their dressin. With the bars that im setting, you thinkin its Lionel Messi, Rhonda Rousey and Gretzky. Sick. You can't hide what you don't seek. The devil's upon me, but my knees ain't weak. The lord knows my pain, but I don't know the lord, so hell's the price I pay. I give you knowledge, give you truth. You think we care about all the packs that you move? Real respect real and don't trust anybody that ain't scared to kill.