Xénothecreator
Kailina, come home!
(verse one:)
With this pen I feel like Percy Jackson
Running with the staff of Asar
The rain is pouring down
I can feel the weight of my hair
Swinging back and forth as I sprint faster
You can keep the trap music
I'll be bumping Fugees in the lab
Ms Lauryn Hill she really something special
It's too many MCs
Nowhere near enough mics
Why is it always the revelations come after the blunt is already smoked?
After the storm has passed and the violence has been bestowed?

Word to Jah


(verse two:)
Coolest cat in the jazz bar
Shawty hit my line, she left me so surprised
Baby what the fuck could you want
With a knucklehead from the gutter such as myself when you living on new game+ mode?
Players always gon' get played in the end
I'm getting older I need to grow up
Really gotta start my training arc
Time to turn my swag on
Feel like 'now or never' since it came for me, the final warning
Death was on the other side of my door
But I ain't answer it 'cuz
I heard the prophets say it's time now
Time to tell the story bout the heaven by the waffle house
Time to tell the youth today, all these lil cowboys
Feeling like they forced to pull that trigger 'cuz a n***a's all they heard that they are