O*P*E*C

hold up and don't stray** way too far from your trade**
a lot of artisans ply this with a double edge blade**
lay squares 64, then divide em by eight** 8 8ths is a 100%**
a platform without flaws, and critical in acclaim**
mass debate** minimising the fate** this narrow pathway takes**
it took a vision to make** this intuition to stake**
it's righteous place in society** so what is your take?**
is it the essence i give?** the way of life that i live?**
a sanctuary perforated like sieves**
new dans predecessor that was ruled by thieves**
honour among them has wilted like fall's autumn leaves**
false orders that weave** an intricate tapestry of deceit**
i sink the ink in my pen; deep in the vein of this rapsheet**
my abstract - psyche bleeds** through inner common sense pleads**
reconnosance to assess** where just measures have depleted**
elements to defeat** the rogue elements and demons in the driving seat**

**II**
the math of this philosophy personifies myth**
and its about time all these other rappers admit**
teeth clenching the bit** you busy sweating the spit**
while my parenthisis hit**
the main ven of the aim that i'm tryna mainain**
i spoke it plain** in a preamble - one double 9 eight**
they said i came late** my name lit a flame in the frame**
and put the whole damn saga way beyond debate**
sometimes i got back in time ti relate**
from black reign** where the marvel was initially paved**
now i awake,** lace a forty bar break** maind calithetnics shaped**
ready to quak out the bass** riding the crest of this wave**