(Verse 1) The chapter of a resident usually keeps it reticent Only time he speaks is when he’s flexing in the testaments The average measurements set by him is excellence So when he sparks a mic the crowd keeps screaming out the resonance All he needed was a beat and time to think of verses He could show the people and let them decide the verdict His pen is freshly dipped with the thoughts of detriments Brushing all them off, he uses pain as his accelerant A wit sharper than the blade of rusty guillotines Knock you back and leave you rolling ones like this was DND The average adolescent packed with stats like battle weapons Uses apprehension then he turns the crowd to rapt attention Leave ‘em lachrymose doing nothing but cracking jokes The rhymes are varicose hidden away in lines of the anecdotes My flows more toxic than a vial of lethal cyanide Leave you lacking off it better prepare for the rising tide (Verse 2) Cruising the block with some Nujabes and some J Dilla Stay with a book of my rhymes known as my great healer Roaming the streets finding what I add to the canvas Of my mind that I treat as an open campus Adolescent raised on rhymes of the pioneers Incorporate the message to my own personal biosphere I came to spark a mic, maybe bring the dark to light All in all appreciate the art cause it has brought me life Giving a beat to me is like giving a knife a target No matter how many times that it fights, I’m still gonna harm it Maybe I might come up with a suit and Tony Stark it Either way I’ll use the microphone for this bombardment This introduction of spontaneous combustion Live off peoples assumptions then I show the conjunctions For those who don’t know this, my name is MC Dom And I’ll just keep on writing till I stand atop the wall