[Verse 1 Themba Ntaka] Wrong pencil, scissor sharpened Hearkened to the less loud of the larks If its coming out the box most wing it This is not your first time, tear it apart Ill rise like the sun in the east unless Im cornered by the paper The benighted firmament chews up skyscrapers through infanticide The venus fly trap jail cell wont spit you out from the inside When I orate, I let you know how sloppy I feel Like when I popped those body high pills Fiscal downfall Drunk kids they fall down I stand analogous with the incorporeal Digested fowl Way too early to be coming with that brown chicken brown cow Forreal, its coming forreal
forreal, hearkened, orate, incorporeal, benighted