... that this cipher will intensify
cus we stay kicking raps for every day of the week that ends in "y."
From now until the end of time, you'll never comprehend my rhymes.
I'm sorry to offend your mind, but you sheep who follow trends are blind.
You'll never be no friends of mine. You pussies just pretend to grind.
Yeah, you can recommend the wine, but I never intend to sign.
My style is underground, defined: a poet and a G combined.
So I'ma chill and roll a blunt, unwind, then pick a dime and bend her spine...

My people will ascend in time.