In Style

Classic, Magic, and looking bombastic, in the canteen wielding aquamarine

The spook who can juke, I got more than a nuke and

All about the green, like my name Evergreen

All about the seven, we keeping it heaven in my square, you see in the air

Who ascending higher, unlikely to retire, once I get the fire, and they call me sire

You see in my genes, I got the lyrical means

Any rapper who can battle me, I call you a causality

I spin around the block, while you throwing up the rock

I embody the bop, and soul of hip-hop

All about them Benjamins, and wearing that letterman