keys overloading smoking the weed till my eyes bleed reading perfect passages like messages of scripture so i can spit venum from my lungs but my words are triumphant so the songs already sung set in stone im jkhan the prophet im fin to make my collective visions appear be for your very eyes like magic of a magician just stop and listen it aint an illusion my raps dont have to be loud they straight savage as a form of prophecie..a genius fin tp rise up from the concrete watch as i excercise my lines cause every bar is fresh one sylable at a time a lyrical mack every track and thats a bomb dropped that can never be stopped or deflected MC's getting picked off one at a time my rhymes lethal and i thoroughly understand how to use my weapon. end