• Insidious prose written encrypted in code,
    Hidden in six different poems within obsidian tomes,
    Dripped with liquid arome of the prettiest rose,
    Stitched it with gold then gifted to the city of Rome.
    That's history though, When G was clashin' with swords
    releasin' passionate roars in deep and rapturous chords,
    Thievin' castles from their masters and lords, Oui
    the past I adore, but in the present Dini's askin' for more!
    Ceilings crash to the floor as I'm on the the next s**t,
    Passin through doors, see me flauntin and reckless,
    Taunt with your best or get your rappin' ignored cuz
    I'm interested in what you have to retort, or course
    You're pitchin' hideous flows so my fastidious nature
    has you idiots whipped, I am Invidious robed.
    In the shittiest clothes, A perfidious saviour,
    all you simians wish but I am Sidious Cloned.