I Can't Help It

Imma a underground king who ain't make it yet

Who ain't fake it yet place your latest bets

Break necks way down into the marrow

My arrows go light speed, I wouldn't try me

The way I'm in the end zone somebody fine me

Indeed I am in the hyperbolic chamber

With the gravity that's set to the moons

R.I.P Sean Price and to MF Doom

Look how a flower blooms

I let my pen go, these seem to almost write themselves

When you ain't focused on a hit but you write what's felt

It might sit up on the shelf or it might just sell