Ah, so refreshing how I can still write a verse, as the sun goes down and the night does it's work; and my mind takes flight even after a long day at work, must be nice you think, how I'm able to flirt, even entice the English language like an attractive woman Ah, yes, now I'm cooking! Not like an electric stove you'll have to give me a minute as prime the pump and the friction gives me a feeling I've missed; getting the rust out and the floodgates open, now to show you what I'm capable of, I'm exposing my outer limits of this logical human vision as my brain soon gives way to intuition. Now, I'm on the mission and the third eye's open, which means I CBS with one eye open, I know it's an old line but give me time to buss open a can of rhymes smooth and sublime with an essence so divine it transcends time, it's a damn crime how I'm able to rhyme so fly your girlfriend get jealous. My words like Larry Bird, so, whose coming second? My flow like Micheal Jordan, 6-0, no flexin' Dance around like Mike, a criminal with no record which means I'ma smooth criminal if you didn't get the reference. Bob n' weave Mike knock you out in one round with no weapons, other than these hands when once they hot you can't stand, and you wonder why my hit's harder than a Lebron James stan, defending a losing record but I think I'll stop there.