Fly

The types of styles and rhymes that make you wanna quit/
Ten thousand hour rule of school of them who gonna fit/
B-Boy returns to burn discern free game to spit/
Excel like William Tell Rick spell to aim and hit//

Top level game innit. Die for the fame ain't lit/
Hard scarred with rust and grit. Bust with wit just a bit/
I chose the flows to then expose by prose maleficent/
The task of masks that's gas and last indefinite//

But I digress give that a rest and come to know the trill egress/
Hot buttered mess of fear no less. Needless to say it's really stress/
The Vanguard stand hard for people who gutter when they flex/
And demand more from the artist they grow bonds with and invest//

Always a two way street performer fan across the span of time/
The MC ran a rhyme. The avid fan replied/
The artist ate the tour date state the place they all combined/
From to and fro from show to show. Connect and then we fly//

The airplane's up there so high. It's better when we fly/
The playas on they capers getting' paper in the sky/
Shoutout to air staff like a boss. On them we all rely/
Harder lock-down deeper loss. The weak shall not survive//

Freedom state of mind. Despite the plan designed/
To put you in a bind. Tied up and confined/
Guerrilla Soul for real a flow to stimulate the mind/
Feel the blow above below loose frequencies that blind//

Do the most with extra po-po. Situation's next to loco/
Hem you up at borders fuh sho. Have your travel plans on slo-mo/
Social credit to discredit. You self edit speak out no mo/
Something's fetid. Freedom's deaded. Deeply dreaded turd sirocco//

Police thoughts and words absurd bro. The pros an cons of herds yo/
Conspiracy truth nerds know. Apparently sleuth spurred show/
Proclivity activity for livin' that good livity/
Despite the loss of liberty. Curtailing our activity//

For ladies one time. Real women on the front line/
No never some time. It's better when we combine/
No war of sexes from the hexes seek to vex us/
We self corrects us. In effect to reach our nexus//

The most high God almighty is the spirit that protects us/
Don't put no faith on man. When it popped off bro-nem ran/
On inside steady steel on outside they affect us/
New World Bank borrow ban. Don masks like Zorro clan//

The airplane's up there so high. It's better when we fly/
The playas on they capers getting' paper in the sky/
Shoutout to air staff like a boss. On them we all rely/
Harder lock-down deeper loss. The weak shall not survive//

Freedom state of mind. Despite the plan designed/
To put you in a bind. Tied up and confined/
Guerrilla Soul for real a flow to stimulate the mind/
Feel the blow above below loose frequencies that blind//