Planet

[Planetary]: In my historical oracle I blast metaphorical editorials educating in my territorial get torn heavily armed with seventy bombs that'll blast devine like the heavenly song Your men'll be gone if they explore my deepest thoughts i beat hearts in 2 then ask demons for chalk I'm dreaming a stalk MCees in the dark I walk Blindfolded the mines golded Watch how you talk My styles is an art Recognize lycially purity All hell breaks loose like a mall with no security The dopest vocalist with my third eye, I focus with I proceed, flow with the speed of an INDY motorist There's more of this than wasted Shiny chains and braclets I hit tracks my toungue weigh for the brains to blaze in Amazin angelic, tell it to your people (Sample:Your mic and my mic, come on yo now equal)