Dem go tell you love and light, even for black out

I bear arms like button-downs without the sleeves

I became the better version of the version everybody thought was a better version

Delicate MC’s sliced in my delicatessen

...and leave a crowd dripping like John the Baptist...

I stretch limit to this profession/My voice physically fit, tracks I’m bench-pressing

If they mess with you, they get one eye like black beans

Only breakin' bad in the lab, thought y'all was makin' meth…

Where everybody play they own part like a tooth gap

Rap on a doctrine level, so F. Scott Fitzgerald