(feat. Ryze)

Verse 1 Annakin


They told me not to rock the boat, so I sank the ship


Took a stroll on thin ice with no plans to slip


Screaming up to God in heaven, "no thanks for shit!"


I don't mind going to hell, I need companionship


I brandish it, like it's my last chance to spit


So I approach the gates with a mike stand equipped


I hawk up my soul and spit it out through rhyme


Gob on opponents no need to use up lines


With the wind at my back or a hurricane against me


My foes ain't felt enough pain to taint me


I had a terminator and a Sith lord name me


Had Chuck D, Bruce Lee and Gandhi train me


You got all the dirt, so go ahead defame me


But you'll have to snatch this pen out of my hand to maim me


Got a kung fu grip with the strength to bend nails


But I keep a sword handy in case the pen fails

Chorus


They I wouldn't make it with the way that I look


They said I wouldn't make it less I played by the book

Verse 2 Ryze


I'm like water in a bowl, my flow molds but still fuels life


Can't sleep, souls of my past they haunt my nights


Since forth hands forced to a cordless mike


Bilical vein of hip hop, affixiates right


Penny for my dark thoughts that drive my craft


Kurt Russell dope in my mind and with it backdraft


If I spit first and ask questions


From what I've seen that's how hip hop pretenders pass