My name is Arvaughn Williams, the modern Machiavelli.

I’m from the block that pop, like C4 strapped to your belly.

Mind droopy while my attitude loopy just like spaghetti,ready, deady, while we chop up the bodies with a machete.

I’m here to take you on a trip, we can trip if you let me, while my mind shows you what it's like to be mentally steady.

It’s the confidence in consciencenous why my flow is heavy.

while I kill with a modern appeal-

are you ready?

 

Outlawed animal, I rip apart the Comp- like a cannibal.

A monkey on wheels, should be sponsored by Danimals.

I’m blacker than ever, I was told the blacker the better-better remember bastard child’s are of a scarlet letter-(Breath).

 

I’m better.

 

For the record because nobody ever asked, I was hung up on the pride, for the vanity I was thrashed.

And time and time I asked “Lord why do they offend me?”

And then it dawned on me, I get it. That’s how they envy, some even tried to befriend me, but it’s obvious, became a lobbyist, modern misogynist, and quite the monopolist.

I was high off hope.

Strung off my accomplishments.

He was on his way.

There was just no stopping him.

But he kneeled at the foot of the king.

Accomplishment and astonishment is what it would bring.

T’is was written in sacred stone, for his name will ring, on anything, a game of chess- they protect the king.

Bring-

Me the world on a silver platter.

The paint of imagination, life’s canvas is where it splatter.  

I’m holding on like a bladder, overflowing with emotion.

Who knew that 6ft can be deeper than any ocean?

Who knew that this beat can be bred out of pure devotion?

Who knew that too much of me can leave opponents comatose’n? What you smokin ?

 

Come get high of this while you’re able.

you’ll  never know how much you lived till ya back hit that metal table.

No fables.