The point of death

Verse 1: Yo, step back, I’m a beast with the flow, Got a mind like a maze, but I’m sharp, you should know, Ain’t no psycho, just a visionary dreamer, Crafting lines so clean, call me the lyrical cleaner. I’m spitting facts, while they’re lost in the haze, Got the world in my palm, it’s a lyrical maze, Bitch, I ain’t no crazy, just a poet with a pen, Stacking bars like bricks, I’ll do it all again. Verse 2: They wanna label me, put me in a box, But I’m breaking down walls, I’m the one who unlocks, Got a mind like a fortress, can’t nobody invade, I’m the king of my kingdom, watch me throw shade. I’m the voice of the streets, hear me loud and clear, With a flow so cold, it’ll chill you with fear, Ain’t no riddle, just a puzzle they can’t piece, I’m the calm in the chaos, I’m the lyrical beast.