Yo,through the sounds,electronics,
this voice that outstounds,
techs and tonic,
smoking chronic,
these rhymes are outa bounds,
poetics i spill coz im real,
no false paradise,or rocking fake ice,
im keeping on it,
another cypher attempt,
yet i exempt,
the thoughts of death and stress,
i stay bless,
and remenisce,
and when you think of good times,
relate back to this,
i never miss,
i hit hearts with poetics,
and never fail to prevail,
the mic,
which i serenade to and be real,
ak,the type to make you feel real real,


Stay pressurising,
personify what life defys,
and realise,
nothing lasts for ever,
and factorise,
near death experiences,
that relate to mine,
you never ever heard it this real,
and stay stating why,
how,whom,where and when,
start thinkin soon,hope to be,
not that and then,
ak exemplifys then defys life with a pen,
dripping ink,
into the paper it sinks,
i never sink,
but remain on the brink,
ak,the type to act after i thinnk...think...