The grains of my fingerprints rub against mics like match flints Burn slow like Dutchmaster hits Enter trenches of arms, the Paragon spawn Your body's carried and dropped like surrogate moms Sad realities for those that battle me Find enemy beats, awaken my sacred force of alchemy A jaded man, never follows Allah's plan Rises for sacrifice like Isaac to Abraham Expect wildness from Heaven's exiles Coming outta my shells like metal projectiles Connect soldiers by straight edges, you're left headless Severed by the line then bisected your necklace Dreadnaut leaving tread marks from lead shots Silence your voice box, with infrared dots Your optics, forced to watch raw torture Therapeutic, combining your pores with iron straws.