proof

Ready to be Anakin, proving that I'm the man again

Killing youngins is a habit, call it average

Dressed in black, breathing deep is the plan again

Bring fear with my breathing while I'm standing like a mannequin

Manipulate the force with flow, I got the Jedi scrolls

And I got a monarch that's bringing light close

Little bit of both, skywalking with the approach

I will hardly choke, holding power like I was the pope

Never down for the count, I'm kicking out when I hear there's doubt

I won't ever lose a bout, no throwing towels

Going punch for punch, left hooks with my vowels

When it's your turn, it's like I'm opening my bowels, yuck