Dynamically I'm battery acid, the craft has been mastered, laugh now and cry after, I form far from formulaic mosaics, kaleidoscopes of life, fueling the fire of hope and spiritual might, different perspectives and collective consciousness, I'm confident that I bomb when I spit, the artist's lens is clear and well-lit, spell it out, it's the Original Syllable flowing like winds to a pinnacle, when you're at your pinnacle even your closest associates get cynical, my style is not identical to any word, I heal like medicinal herb and do this like a ritual, situationally I aim to boil at thirty degrees below freezing, and create magic like a warm glowing evening