7AM

(verse 1 – Saphuan)

What’s up my name is Saphuan
I cook tracks like Raekwon
Just one hit, you gone like J-kwon
Imma rap til infinity and beyond
Pawn wacks til they dead and gone
Run tracks like a 100 meter sprinter
Forever the winner in ciphers and battles
You can’t handle the style of
The urban rebel, 9-5 hustler
Fightin everyday like I’m in Gaza
I’m fly, above the clouds like Goku
Teach you how to roll like this is high skool
Check the rhyme architecture, got the right texture
Can I kick it? Do I really have to ask ya?
I got the mic, I won’t pass it to ya
Catch me if you can, I’ll even cheer ya
Be prepared, and pack ya bags for a leave
Shazet’s in the house, neighbours can’t sleep

(verse 2 – Dafrosty)

When my words manifest my figure of speech
I’m a New Born Emcee,M-I-C wrecka on beats
That’s never defeated by the square ones
Rockin the jam so hard we gave birth to ill sons
I write like I take mushrooms but on a straight edge
With the trick to kill you point blanc on the page
The rhyme weaver with the chronic dementia
Partly a schizzow,so you can see that I
Spit with a fuzzy logic,coupled with the jocular tone
The naughtiest Maximus the gladiator on the throne
Ultimate mastery of the craft,leave you stiff
Turned to ashes when the kinetics of my rhythm clicks
Conquer like alexander,the fate is sealed tight
You were defeated as a fetus,aight
Bomb the whole HQ,any rebel scum bag is fictional
While the unmentioned will turn your ego trip dysfunctional