Pen my weapon, every word a hollow tip
Pages loaded, aim and slip, don't slip
Street murmur, now I roll and grip
Lyrics cut deep, paper soldier equipped
Quit hard ass flow
Under lamppost post
Boom-bap backbone, echoes in the projects
From the cipher dark, shadows intercept
Script on the hip, hustle intellect
Weaponized words, trigger every line
Artillery rhyme in the city fine
Shot through the heart, weddin designs
Weaponized words left mark divine
Weaponized words left mark divine