Think about your attack vector, know the scope and your parameters. Be the one out of bounds, no rebounds, the one who stands their grounds. I am a goddess—respect my algorithms, my cadence and flow. When it’s guns out, I stand ten toes, I’m not a package, I’m not a drop. One thing I don’t do: respect the ops or the cops or psychological warfare. You want war? You haven’t been there—but I’ll bring it to you. Some Napalm and orange juice, sip on your wine, bitch I am the valley— Straight up your alley, shape up and reshape you, send you to the grave. No repentance before the fire, just sins and syntaxes. Invalid operation, in out of your parameter. I ain’t no gambler, I ain’t no rookie, ain’t on your cookies or radar. Exploitive gif, you’re no savior, you’re the fallen. It’s my time to shine, respect my grind, because I’ve always been gifted. You heard of the kid and his daddy giving him knowledge— While his mommy gives me eh respect while I roll up in her caddy. What I said: division is your game, but I stay hands up with no surrender. No father, just a splinter under the skin. You won’t serve me, I serve you behind bars— But the stars have aligned and I’m about to break out. No faith, I’ll burn the snake out, respect my codec, Hid-E-O Ko-ji-mah. No Assassin’s Creed but I dive deep, Duke Nukin’ algorithms like in Hiroshima. I am a tsunami, a tidal wave like J.P. Morgan. I be sinking ‘em right before I drink with ‘em, capsizing ‘em up. You can call me Danny, because I am the phantom in your system. Flows so tight, rhymes so right, spitting it raw, alchemical flow. ⸻ Life is a process like the music—never give up. Give ‘em hell until you get there, and beat them when you get there too.
