 That's a dope instrumental. J-O-N ain't dead. That's hard. Let that play, I got you, I'ma ride with you. Yeah. I can rhyme, you can hear me? Okay, remember I tell y'all used to battle rap? Yeah. I'm the one. I know what you thinkin' me to. But in my game of numbers, they could only be a few. I'm the Trinity. That's the riddle, kid. One man on two sticks was that. The crucifix. Ooh. They told me in Sunday school, forgive my foes. Foss pointed at Pelopio's nose. 56, 47. That's the number of completion. Adam ate the apple, so they cast him from the garden of Eden. Jealousy got him waving his nine king kills. Able here, 10 man. You know it's hard to pump soil. Two ones. Ain't enough to make it rain. Microphone check, one, two. Rap lives in my veins. I'm from the Evera dudes. Scrap with their hands. Play Friday the 13th. Get COVID caught by these slams. But my nephews don't use their hands. It's M14, M15s, guns and roses. Pointed at your sweet 16. And I was bald. On October 17th, I said, they, they killed my leader. Jeugea, this I leave. Mama told me that's monsters under my bed day 18. Picked off the max to 19, thought about NEM. 20, 20 vengeance ain't a good day, young. I had to check that that's how I made it past 21. Yeah. Ah. Yo, let's go. Yeah.