[Quarter O]

Chrome spokes they windmill, so cold the windchill
on deck, the Celsius keeps the cup distilled
roaming passed landmarks, my past moments is stilled
in still life, can reel it and roll it in to film
I try to choreograph the war into laughs.... The cornerstones
and bury the warriors axe and quarrels we had so corny morals and codes
mixed feelings, morse code, mixed signals
foretold, I met real friends on morse road, Lou Ferrigno
'tosterones, niggas swallowed gulps of hulk and act brolic
past conscious, my new location - I stacked and accessed knowledge
... Of self, wanted help but got corrupted, niggas wasn't hunnid
I could place a couple times into couplets how they left me hunted
disgusted disgruntled, went dolo toughened my muscle
lit a fire under me ... Y'all gone be stuck in that rubble
Life shuffled the cards from the deck I played my hands
y'all quick to spade the man, watch em hate and place a grand
against me, hot hands, watch em break a man and make a brand,
bet the hate'll make em raise a brandish iron on me oh the irony I'm iron man
Chest beat is empty, ain't fond of ya
green with envy showing they stripes, all I wanted was solid brothers