[Zen]

When I die...
I'll be a living legend clinching weapons when rifts beckon me,
I'm threatening with Smith and Westons poppin clips of seven
And make 'em hit eleven with no indiscretion,
A melody of fits and aggression spraying iridescently
In my peers direction cuz my mere presence has fear beckoning
In my brethren, That sears impressions in their mind
Til they get the message cuz I'm the kind that gets pissed in a second,
The richest peasant with hints of perfection,
That gifts impressions and evny, So it's time to start
To rip my wretched enemies til their torn apart,
Only way to live when addressin the living legend is to remember,
I'm the shit dawg, and my pen's the insestine