How do you write like tomorrow won’t arrive? How do you write like you need it to survive? How do you write ev’ry second you’re alive?

And there’s a million things I haven’t done. But just you wait, just you wait...

History has its eyes on you.

He started retreatin’ and readin’ every treatise on the shelf.

If I see it comin’, do I run or do I let it be? Is it like a beat without a melody?

Oh my God, tear this dude apart!