Ohmega watts mega mix, butter milk biscuits for your boomboxnold school like tube socksnsmooth like a butterfly, sting like a scorpionnhow you throwing rocks when your house made of porcelain?n503 origin, originate originalncompositions analog or digital, underground or pinnacle heightsnwe reach, writing rhymes on skylines and shine heavenlynheavy rotation with fly melodies,nflipped fresh, dipped in honey but never sugar coatednsound-scape's change shape but our hearts stay devotednWax, reformation, Watts, shock electricnMuch, time invested into musical progressionnto bring you, the final result laced correctnreflecting a new state of soul that lives inside effectivelyntranslated through music to your mindnan everlasting understanding that we found, it's the findnnI rock and bring revolution as the record rotatesnearthquake mental states when I drop like nuclear wastenshaking the industry, breaking the moldna broken jaw won't stop this, speaking truth hard to handle like chop sticksnha, spitting fire till the place evacuatesnsaturate my shirt with sweat stains and ashes, we smash itnspiritually everlasting, with uncanny passionnmastering microphones like focus over distractionnsetting the tone, bring medicine in a sick flownrappers biting their tongue like french kissing with a Pit-bullnI'm your host, Braille Brizzy, rocking the beatnit's the find, need I say more, I'll let the music speakn