I had to stay true to myself, strive for complete excellence and utmost health, now that was a rhyme from my old days. I took it to heart, went back to the start, hoping to find a new way to rock the mic like a scepter. Step out on the stage, black suit, black shades like a Wesker. You need to understand the texture, logo like silk but dropping so much verbiage you'd think I'm Webster. And I keep the rhymes clean, scrubbing bubbles, if you're trying to compete then save yourself the trouble. I'm not in it for the money or the beef, this music is the forge to temper my inner peace. Started as a jester, things got serious, when I broke the mic found I rhymed quite furious, talk like I'm delirious. I must apologize, get caught up when I start to soliloquize. Eyes blinded by the haze, fall back to old habits and wishing for better days. But I refuse to live that way, so watch me set sail and navigate this new wave. www.*** or www.***