Been hearing a lot of small talk but I’m socially awkward. If it ain’t big dreams or think tanks, I’mma post up and play orchid. That means a wallflower. No room for them shallow flows in my bar garden. Want full rain/reign of this landscape so I can soak up the market. Giving y’all elevated sonnets, I’m trying to leave y’all on a high note. But I’m down bad because the way the world treats the Hottentot’s vs deMilo’s. These intravenous(Venus) lines. I’m getting under their skin deep. I’m gon enlighten y’all til something spark, give out 3rd degrees like a pyro. Want my body out the convo, unless it’s body of work. Faith in my text leave stigmata like its body art. Church bells ring when I wed pen and paper like I’m a bride of this verse. Y’all talent cheap and mass produced like Alibaba-truth hurts. See my court ship with this cuneiform is immortalized on Rosetta slabs. While y’all babble on(Babylon) about the bags you and your crew spent. I am the mitochondrial Eve, all these little atoms/Adams came from my seeds. I got a goddess complex put some respect on my blueprint. @bet @hiphopawards