It all start with the beat
Once it start it don't cease
Start to water the seed
What's the aura what's this sort of mystique
Let's turn the sword into steam
What type of water in this stream
Before recording a peep
Before the pen I need a pedigree in order to breed
Before the flow I need a vein in order to bleed
Before a word is ever spoken
Audi-bled a ball pen and a Meade
I think what is this melody meaning to me?
The answer might come in a week
The answer might come immediately
What is the recipe?
The meat and potatoes and
What will the main ingredient be?
The art of bringing a dream
Once me and my inner ear drum agree
My adrenal gland and my organs begin to argue audibly
I barely bother to breathe
The time well-spent I commence to set it off
Selling a concept
What occurs next is God-sent
First sentence courtesy of Ashem (?)
Ah yes, the sentence was awesome
And I'm off to get it on
I'm going all out I'm going in
That's the moment of atonement
Seeding broke ground something is growing
And here we go again
Vocab I ain't know I had
Ooh aah the hoo-hahs and the doodads
The new math that humans had
For humans and
All brands of an alien (?)
Carpe diem
As AM turns to PM
The zone I be in is muy bien
Where do all these melodies come from?
Where do all these melodies run from
To then find solace in sun-sun?
Honestly I'm stumped
All I know is somehow when I'm stuck
I'm unstuck
I give up, I'm just as dumbstruck, um
Frequently the question that comes up is
Where do I come up with the come-up bits
The radius and circumference
Truth is, I go into fits and to a frenzy
Until the shoe fits
For militant melanin, ladies and gentlemen
Before I know it, got a hot verse to show for it
But I don't stop there, I go forward
Word bond
I don't leave my alphabet soup
Until all of the words gone
To honor him parum pa pum pum
I'm hooked, it's great
Courses and hooks is ate
Or whatever the case may create
Beats played on replace they place for days (?)
I don't brake for breaks
I lambaste a break
My brain I blame for the Dave Blaine routine
My brain reigns supreme
Encore til the Commodores and Supremes
Hitting scales and chords the heights which
Cause my nose to bleed
No cause to bleep
Mostly, or most three
Verses, I'm almost done
Peace to rainbows and the serpents
But for certain it's the sun
And it's greater than the sum of it's parts
Statements of a stated state-of-the-art
How do I start? I'm not sure
How do I finish? I'm not sure more
But it ain't over till it's over like Rocky Balboa
Cause I spewed a tune with sous chef (?)
Not imagine it more raw (?)
Mix and master it and after that I put it in the store
Then allow the dust to settle after settling the score
For deliverance you better bet I'm better than the
Stalk and every letter in my ledger part of legend and the law 
Enjoy