B.R.A

Now I’ve been called a schizophrenic
Bipolar with the pen and with the notebook but don’t panic
Later you’ll understand it
I was planted on this planet, by planted I mean handed
To the planet because granted my parents never planned it
I was spoke about in Sanskrit, prophecy was handwrit
But not to get too deep, the bottomline is I’m handpicked
Sort of like a Les Paul and with a new Ampex
Except I won’t in camp fret, plus I ain’t get amped yet
My last name’s “Beat me,” first name is “No one”
Middle name is “Will,” how come you ni**as ain’t wrote one?
Fee-fi-fo-fum, the speech [?] come
As soon as I leave, you can front again like you know some
Go somewhere and grow some before I turn it gruesome
Don’t play like you gon’ do some
Feeling froggy? Do jump
I’m talking to you, chump, ain’t nobody scared of you
I know what you prepare to do and you won’t dare to do
My enemies scatter because of my intellect, never the pistol
When I’m gonna hit you and get you with this
I know it’s better if I was ever to diss you
I gotta be smarter than my competition and be the one ever win your competition
And this is the reason that my composition is written and delivered with some precision

You know what time it is
O’hene Savánt, Savantism
Shout out P-l-a-y