To wear thin the sins, to walk on thin ice.

The heist that engulfs lies, because the prophecy is false.

Ur sol is the cost, and Jesus will never walk.

To talk the walk, but to walk the "hush" puppy.


A cat that catches ur tongue, and the sun that Set(s).

The Hollywood "set" is not ur morning wood.

Confused on "What's good?" To greet with the Morning Joe.

To go toe to toe, the featherweight tape, the never-ending debate.


With will after fate, to live un momento at a time.

The Diablo of our time, to eventually make two words rhyme.

But that's more than rap, with blood bein' on the tap.

Now check the stats, the ROC that never cracks.