Ayo, yo, it's Hex One the microphone master kid. What's good...? Check it out, this is what I can do: "Yo, I flow to infinity melt the sky blow the vicinity. Roasting enemies who say they're homies known to be kin of me. Help them fly the shells held them high close to divinity. Hell defines me myself and I holiest trinity. Bottles will spill 'til I tap the bottom of wells. Throwing darts at mademoiselle swear to God I'm out of my shell. Do you spark L's with chron strong enough to rock a narc's bells? Naw but I hawk bars sharper than voodoo doll spells. It's all real but now the plot will start to get intricate. The colombian cartel with the bosnian syndicate. Brauds will get intimate with the dog pardon my french but. The heart of my intellect is like the darkest part of the internet. Hard to digest it goes over y'all like charters and jets. Or scars your neck like a barber off of his step. I ought to get vexed to get these thoughts up off of my chest. Yo, the arts that you authors offer are often awful at best! I reveal skill with the steel quill who's the real deal. You said I wasn't ill yo chill how yo grill feel? I bet you're teething it wasn't dope if I ain't left you fiending. And had the whole entire venue screaming like... Yes yes y'all, let the beat rock."