Alchemisland

I’m paid in cash to deny the taxman rightly due applebite

Used be bright, maybe I could have gone the college route

But I love brawling and bruising, it hypes me when fists fly

Suits me blocking punches like swatting bad-intentioned flies

Miles off in the middle of nowhere, seeking the source of the Nile

Making reads like I’m AI rapidly scanning files

Execute my observations, no prints left for trial

Prince inside but he lives inside a body that’s currently clarity-deprived

Bands bending afterwards like I ran a good cause charity drive.