Cross my T's and inscribe my B's that is my signature,
In the game there is a new poet and I'm dropping literature,
The outlook for you is grim I'm the soul reaper,
Entrap you into my stories my words echo through the speaker,
Words so potent there is no antidote just submit to the truth.
Here have a red apple the most delicious of fruits.
Walk in any size shoes and still make ends meet,
When I wake up in the morning the first thing I do is drop a beat.
Always on time with a rhyme can even flow words to the sound of a wind chime.
