nothing can stop me no, Diablo try to get in My head but I killed him off dead, way I spill the blood out my pen, this just how my hobby go, expanded my mental state, asylum was for a brain, now I just renagde,cannons about to blow, my status quo, to manage growth , I'm planning more, to damage flows, this phantom floats no amateur, I body the beat now the track is all in panic mode, my soul a safe can't crack the code, my flow going over like shaking up then cracking a cold one, I'm acting so coocoo like four loko with coke and, so snort up my lines and absorb em they potent, I got a new motive, to mix out my coldron and fix up my potion, so smooth like I'm coated in lotion, my dome is taken over by ghosts so my demons awoken, a better side of me now that I'm focused, fuck coasting no slowing me, I'ma shoot my shot not going for a three, ima ball full court and nooone throwing me off of my game, ima be celebrating wile baby popping my top off like popping champagne, my brain sick like iso so I get deranged, head going through Kane so I'm bringing the hell up outta my self in the state of my name, finally got my common sense up so it's safe to say that I change, flow is so heavy I'm making a wave, getting so hype like you took acid at a rave, switching my gears fuck staying in mine ima crash in yo lane, fuck superheros I'm super villain, the web that I'm started to spinning is venom, I'm mixing my lines with some riddalin, sniff it in, that will knock you out tramadol lace you up fentanyl , sip on my flow like you swigging some benadryl , fuck being simple I like being difficult, I remember in middle school thoughts was that skippings cool, first I dropped out then I felt down, now I pick up myself proud, so fuck all that ridicule that critics do, cause people hate on that person who embraces his losses, it's not an L if you gain it in knowledge, you only lose if you use the fuck it option, and don't tackle your targets, fuck it I'll be extra my brain is a martian, Picasso my artistry, star ship, Michaelangelo my personal Sistine chapel, just started, I'm splattering blood from my pain brush, to caption this artist , I'm hanging on tighter then ever this rope that I harness, just strengthened my smartness, so I'm going the length, and I'm putting the thought of my failure in the category of defeat so no more will my soul goto sink, i loath on the thought of diablo, tryna get its hold on me, so i summon my darkest angel, on point till im right like the rawest angle, allowing my anger come in to be holding me down, now my spar is fatal, the way that im gaining my shit in my brain, main taining a way of flex that i like my bars is able, to withdraw any break of my heart, and this aint no movie aint no fake in my part, and im gassing my self up while taking off start, i chizzle my shit is this stone im just making my mark, im just tryna leave a scratch on it, i get on track im blast on it, i leave it sick it got the blues like damn sonic, you could try to air it out to hot yiu gotta put a fan on it, im half amish, the way im working my shit now, but still im stand offish, im antisocial fuck a friend, dont need no pills my dome is lit, im out this world no ufos but stuck up in my space and shit, this alien, is on the way to greatness yea