I can not fail my peeps.

wordplay king, sling the poetry, if you not notice me, then peep the poems, the ill hymns on the spins, tight like a Benz, trends I set, to flow without breaking a sweat is way ahead, mind on money and bread comes, honeys come to rest, I am not from the west but east, the beats are smooth to make a killing, the real deal for real, moving like four wheeling, plans to stack butter to the ceiling, giving you the right type of feeling

You heard the word from the gods, the Asiatic bronze skinned man on the map, not strapped with big gats, in a slick act, think fat thoughts be never greasy, rappers are cheesy crabs, yapping without breaks, strictly out for papes and mission to save hip hop like Krs-one, I decypher a massive plots, soldiers fallen, some knots are swollen, thugs are holding, the listener is wishing a bliss from the great god, so I can not fail my peeps,