Yea,who is it?
the London renegade,
back to back like sniffing crack,
or getting jacked in London's main,
its is thee ,
the lyrical clock work,
tick tock until the hour mark,
and let the shower spark,
knowledge is power,
and aint weak in that sense,
so if you guessed wrong,
don't judge the dress sense,
baggy trackies,low cap,
hi-tops,Nike watch,
the description aint for you to picture a mug shot,
but just know...
its just me.

Intoxication, my voicebox rocks the nation
Sweet affiliation, the Doe Or Die situation - Az

it's just me
standing over my enemies
can't go back
warrior monk tired of lack
painting my face black
in back of the dunbar armor van
this is gods plan
but every man
against me wish i was dead
for leading the feds
to yo door
for keep me poor
hating on me
no body warn me
how shady the industry was
even my cuz caan feel it now
i'm bring it all down
it's just me
second wasting god blow chi in my lungs
now you hung
on a monster sprung
on love
swriling me into a new direction
death of my foes is my only motivation

you started a fuck fire
can't be put out got to wiat til it burns out!

TE TE

THE END TO EVERYTHING