My head is stuck in a bowl mixed with pride and danger, I'm holding humans with a crane en throw them in a manger, describe me as a lonely scared en confused crazy granger, my field is growing weed en all the shit I sell to strangers, I have a hobby which I always carry in my bag, indocile hobbies just can't take it I just have to brag, the hobby of assonance en lyrics in my head, I flow non stop cause u never know when I will beg, for mercy lord forgive me for the fame which touched my soul, my title getting stronger one step higher than a dhole, the referee blows a whistle saying my title is a foul, I'm not a rushing mountain rather a growing carnivore, to confuse a hailing lion hit it with a shocking pole, it's to a point when clizzy is no longer in control, his rhyming skills are dribbles aims to win a ballon d'or, God given talent hidden from nobody anymore, the power of insanity the power of decor, we shoot Parades in summer wish to vision a galore of Angels giving tension to the live that we adore, I'm dodging bullets Ak-47 on the floor, the blood of many sacrifice to vision of success, we did alot the pain we caused we eager to confess, but honesty has faded, niggas living to impress, a vital lesson taught by many "LESSON OF PROGRESS", we rapping for the nation en we do it with finesse 💯