Decipher this; I’m the deity of disturbed, demonic lyrics;

With a devilish and divine, transparent spirit

Erupting flames when it gets behind the microphone

And every line puts him under the microscope,

On the hot seat which is the fire to his fuel,

To light up to gasoline and have listeners drown in their drool

Even though all he is is a revolutionary leader who’s fiercely working to reestablish rap barriers,

Set out to murder whack lyric carriers,

Commander of the Underground Movement, moving swiftly,

Changing the minds of whole cities,

Mixing elixirs to obtain strength and make a difference on this earth,

Before he’s inserted in a coffin that’s put in the dirt,                 

Because he was hurt for giving the shirt off his back to whom who needed it,

But what he needs to accomplish, he believes in it.

Understand, that this animal is not a savage

Not a beast to ravage, but not only on instrumental beats does he cause damage,

Destined to graze the earth forever but if indeed he decides to vanish;

Erased from the face of the world and never thought of.

Remembered maybe, but simply forgotten in cold waters,

Grasping for a hand to aid his ascent to amend

Rising souls with broken hearts so he could love them and not pretend

Often with a hand open to lend but as he sinks deeper,

Unable to move as his body parts become inoperable and his will becomes weaker,

Nauseous and dizzy; the world is spinning and it will not slow

Deciding to stop, it will not, so he continues to hold

Monumental breaths and momentum so that he could soon break through with no inertia,

On top of the world in his thoughts, soon he will hit the surface and be worshipped

Varying not on religion or personal views, but whether or not you love or hate.

Enabled is he to roam and roar the wrath of warriors heard from space.

Madness cannot escape as the dark souls in his heart constellate to breach and leak

Entities of darkness that prevents the essence of the divine side of him to be so he screams;

Not in the sound of agony but screeching in the belief that gravity will not return

Therefore, he shall scorch in Hell but joy will come since the divine side lit the torch to burn.