A Killer, A King

In times of darkness the light becomes precious

And that's when a man's true will gets tested

Stripped to its core and you find what you're left with

But true greatness should never be questioned

Burned by the sun but I rise like the Phoenix

Knowin' this game won't be the same when I leave it

My track record looks like Usain Bolt

Treat the game like the bitches, I'm goin' for the throat

And there's nothin' you can tell me

I am to Dorchester Ave. what Freddy was to Elm St.

The nightmare that keeps you up at night

They said the shit got real once I touched a mic