Slow or fast tempo, yeah I’m never letting go, coming from the get-go, right before your eyes.
Bomb-dropping, block rocking, you know that I’m never stopping. Onto the next line before the INK dries.
Lyrics unstoppable, raining down on top of all. Sights on the heights, I’m reaching for the skies.
Modern day parables, Holy fire flammable. Word to the wise, yo, try it on for size.
Next week the word is: Winner