Im a skiller, rhymin verses without Filler, every line Intentional, they are killer. I speak international, only truth, not praising drugs, i hope i someday influence the Youth. Sitting at home writing and rapping on a phone, maybe one day ill sit in a booth, throwing all these other rappers in a Loop. Yes i keep preaching my truth, and i sip on some Juice, 100 % Fruit, we keep it natural, everything i preach is factual Flow so smooth, a hot knife through Butter. This aint a Bakery, but im a fresh mf. Hot n ready, fresh out the oven. The path you walk in is well trodden. I cave my own Path, untrodden. Grass is tall and Flowers filled with Poison. But i walk confidently. Ill arrive my waypoint, eventually im a Skiller, poppin no pills Im a skiller, paying my Bills Im a skiller, drinking no liquor ima a skiller, call me a preacher call me a skiller, Im a teacher. i have many a vision. i can only envision. but maybe one day i am, on television Im german but my Rymes in english, like jeremy fragrance. Not listenting to me will cause, all Kinds of ailments. Im a Skiller. My tracks captivating like a thriller. My lines got you screaming like MJ. Screeching like nails on a chalkboard. Listen to what i talk. see what i bought. yes, i bought a vinyl. this wont be my final. i see myself as a collector. maybe one day ill have my own. listenting to a dissector. dissecting my own. desrcribing me as heterogenous. seeing my lyrics on Genius. yes,yes,yes my ambitions high but im serious. Racing to the Charts as if we are in fast and furious