People used to make fun of the fact that I use to rap, first cause I’m short, second I’m chubby, third I’m Indian, fourth I’m Muslim. They rather see me working at 7/11 or blowing something up. So when I do rap, they triggered my mind and I can’t stop I’ll keep spitting until I run out of saliva. I basically have a Hip-Hopocalypse and unleash lyricism, word play, deep thoughts, etc. upon them, basically a metaphor for Pandora who opened the box and evil spilled on to the world that’s what happens when I rap I spill lyrics. Secondly, off the Hip-Hopocalyspe subject, NeverEnding story is a movie about a kid named Atreyu, which in hand Atreyu is a band which has a song named Doomsday which I thus spelled out the year 2012, which in hand says 2, 0, 1, 2Pacalypse Now(Tupac Album) lol massive word play

When I start to rap, my lyrics have twists and turns that’ll make you confused as to what I am saying, you want to stop listening to my music but my flow is too good that it doesn’t matter what I say it hypnotizes you and repeatedly makes you listen. These lines are directed towards mainstream hip-hop fans, my rhymes, open up doors to Hip-Hop that to the mainstream listener are unlikely to like

We all know mechanics do shit to our cars that don’t need any adjustments, I do the same but I’ll lyrical dismantle you. Prior to this, I state that I am the father of other artists, and that they are my children. Which corresponds to the fact I’m the pediatrician- the caregiver to adolescents

Rap isn’t tennis, you either are the best or not, you don’t have multiple opportunities to prove it, so when you battle me it’s one round that’s it

Backhand = Tennis move/Pimp slap, after you battle me and lose I’ll make you my bitch

Can’t match my rapping abilities, unlike marijuana

Druggie 1: Yo I got 10 on it!
Druggie 2: EEE I’ll match that! we’ll cop a Dub Sack!

The Art Of Rap. Everybody is trying to figure it out, but you can’t there isn’t a secret recipe in creating the perfect rhymes, you just do it. Same thing as Coca-Cola and their secret recipe, nobody can crack their formula. I.E CRACK IT(Coca-Cola once had Cocaine/Crack in it, word play)

xoxo = hugs & kisses

Word play, Helen Keller the blind girl. Keller/Killer Helen/Hell An

Foreshadowing. One day I’ll build a Hip-Hop empire bigger than Jay-Z & P-Diddy all for my one and only love. Hip-Hop Music, same as the sultan who built The Taj Mahal for his wife

The Bellagio Casino, is notoriously known for being impossible to rob. Except somebody took $1.5 Million in chips, basically their dignity of being not able to steal from has been shot down. Same as the dignity of the kid I wrote this rap too, he thought he was the best rapper, we’ll I proved you wrong buddy

It is a mirage to me, as nobody knows about ILLMINDS, but when we’re famous and you look back at this beat, to you all it won’t be a mirage. I.E play off Nicki’s last name. Miraj/Mirage