 a flurry of collage and camouflage and power punch, but don't worry, knowledge is an antidote. I got hands that smoke right and that's the speed of light with insight. I wrote rhymes on a level so you can't relate unless you're intelligent. So stay awake, sleepwalker, slick talker, this time a native New Yorker. Riding under, shedding the waves to save the mental state of the fan so he can understand my pencil's writing the rhyme. And it's high, it's far, and I'ma drop it on you like a bomb.