Xero's INCOGNEGRO-this black cracks backs in shadow
Draw the burner from the backpack, flak up and BLADOW!
Unleash my verbal vitriol like mad King Cobras
Killing ya'll lyrically even while sober
Eyes roll over, back of my head, I can't see!
Without sight, I'm stuck in the night that binds me
I hope now that even in death my mic work
Will result in cloud blessing, my rapping life's work...
Where will I go? Did I roll a seven or triple six
In the afterlife tapestry, my life is taking me places
I never understood; could all my time on AT really have done some good?
Aw damn, the fire laps at me like a bowl
Looks like the MOD conspiracy finally took it's toll...
😀 semi-deep, before dying...is that too much?