Hey y'all, it's me, the XoC-illian,
I'm riding on this beat because it's feeling like it's a billion, but me, I feel the million times that I caught wreck, step in from the shadows and y'all mad because I got press, neck undulating like y'all came from the Loch Ness, these dumb fuckers, told em, yo, you need to stop this, I got this, you think that I was chillin here anonymous, no, dum dummy, I'm exalted here with honors kid, you just came, on the breeze like you the higher man, I remain the one that will destroy like a leviathan, force you to retire man, plus you'll never try again, cause when I said destroy, I meant destruction, like entirely, stupid motherfuckers, it was me who wrote the diary, detailed the steps, you should of kept a fuken eye on me, but y'all didn't do, y'all let it slip in its entirety, now y'all decide, that y'all should probably come and try with me, I'm not giving in, while you decide how you could tire me, I only have the time to decimate what you were tryin to be, tumble your economy, separate your family, I will break you down because you're nothing but a stan to me, swimming with insanity, I control my sanity, trying to make me crumble, nevermind the inhumanity, took a look around, saw the glory and the vanity, 'Is he going down?' FUCK NO! that's not the plan for me
Making music about topics as obscure as a photon of light
traveling across the universe, to feeling worthless, to having a battle defending his favorite snack pop-tarts vs toaster strudels, to living with a dead bedroom, to having a showdown with Starscream and Optimus Prime, to being shot by his stepdad, to recounting the revolution in his home country of Haiti...more