20 on the dot with 20 vision that rots.

All comes to a stop, having to stand in place to hip hop.

The chalk that's written, instill it in the culture.

Riding the winds like a hungry like vulture.

Come to agree, the Hawk that's hot.

Aquila in my blood, Orion the cream of crop.

Cleaver like chop, released from a off duty cop.

Energy that's sought, then putting up after fought.

All alone after the sinner is then caught.