Bombs I write is C4 silent noises full of war
Wrestlers fight like the way I write it's so hard core
Check my profile poetry is so wild what a style
What a profile what a style what a profile what a style
Yes I said it twice I do it nice to new heights
Some nights I preform poetry on mics
This isn’t a poem this is a time bomb
What’s the right wire the cut green blue black or red
Pick the right color or else every body is dead
tick tok tick tock you heard what I said
I see trees the sky it’s night time look a stop sign
This is C4 disarm it before it pop minds
5 seconds left think about your color chosen
Your cutting the wire and ever thing is frozen
2 seconds left now all eyes are closing
Now if you didn’t choose green get ready for the explosion