Moved seven years ago - flying solo had to start over
I was adopted by Jadestone hurt my back but I recovered,
Now the king of Merrimac, travelled the road less travelled,
My eyes were unravelled, found the pen was mightier than the sword,
When I sign death certificates my plots are so intricate,
Avoided the chrome in my dome and now I churn out rhymes,
It's a sign of the times TB the lyrical terror there will be no error,
When I scribble a scripture the Earth shakes bringing about the rupture,
The second coming of a lyrical mastermind putting thoughts in a bind,
With a master rhyme, they said be the change you want to be in the world,
So I transformed to hope giving blessings - that's why they call me the Pope,
A microphone gladiator a fake poet annihilator, The pen's the spear,
And the pad's the shield - unimaginable knowledge I wield it's a powerful
Forcefield to yield - enough power to devour an entire city,
Saviour partaking in reckless behaviour flow so reckless slice through,
Leave you with a ruby red neckless, fuck a vegetarian I'm a barbarian,
At the gate I won't wait, I'll huff and I'll puff and crumble your sand castle,
Your ship is about to sink - penetrated by my most potent ink kicking up a stink.
