East of Monday

When I pen verses, I bring the feel of the nineties back

But I'm a breath of fresh air, I just do it, where ya Nikes at

With the flows I kick, game different when I write these raps

I spit it from the soul, that's where I lace this tight beat at

Horcrux flow, how I put my spirit in it

Could clean sweep the beat, or get fly to play quidditch

Champion sound, I'm so diligent with it

And these punchlines fin land, from the start to the finish

I'll take it wherever, however, whatever whenever

I'll Take on whoever, etcetera, they lesser, I'm better

I will just address the vendetta and get it together

Coz I'm not impressed with the best nor the rest of this era