I flip a wrist n' the Sahara
Explodes in a cornucopia
Both my hands are cocked
Like a double barreled shotgun
I make a flake smoke
In the arctic cold
Wet embers flicker n' glow
Combust in a field of snow
In my right is opportunity
In my left is importunity
I am a ball of manifestation
I was born in regal explosion
By Divine revelation
My hands are blessed
By great drops of bloodshed
I touch a hapless defender
Put him on a level with Gore Vidal
A lethal attacking defender
Brings up the rear for Barca
I strike awe into Midas
My hands whorl of thumb
N' fingers are blessed with force
As effective as a Glock
Like a staff to guide the flock
Knock you off the block
Set you reeling in your Crocs
My face set as flint
My eyes pop the locks
With a malignant glint
A wave of shocks/Reset the clocks
Get out of dodge
Here comes the judge
I send lethal shocks
That scramble up your spine
Fear knots your hair in locks
Respond in kind
Bruh you'd be surprised
How tricky this game can be
Like Jack on the bean
Or raccoons in a bin
But my hands
Are gifted with supernatural
Abilities anything I touch
Effectually goes boom
In the wake of golden blossoms
I'm afforded creative room
Enchanting as the aurora
Charming as a fedora
I handle a plethora
With the skill of a master
Let my hands walk you thru
Mysteries planned in time's youth
Ain't nothing better blessed
Than my hands the oppressor
Finds it hard to suppress
It works like a compressor
I shoot the arrow/N' hit the heart
Make a big hole/A true work of art
Glow of a burning halo
A remarkable venture
My hands are carefully sculptured
By the finger of God
The blessing of the Lord
That maketh rich
Carved me a niche
Baked in the oven
Clay pottery turned Beethoven
Retrieved silken speech
From a gold chest
Rid of defect n' a glitch
My chords He dressed
Magic purrs in my breath
Spectacular under my belt
My fingerprints
Are grooves of ingenuity
My fingertips
Are a curse to mediocrity
If my heart can conceive it
If I set my eyes on it
Bend my back to it
Then my hands can invent it
These hands/Mold tangible wonders
I insert biotic properties in dry land
My hands are fashioned
Like hand in glove
To be Divine weapons
Every project
I undertake is a statement
My fingers are packed
Like a loaded Mack
I can work a shack
A crumbling pack of cards
Into a glittering palace
Translate idle parlance
Into startling ambivalence
My fingers are clasped
Around the glass of time lapse
I rearrange the timeline
Like laundry on the clothesline
My hands are blessed
I do much more with less
Still I press/I compress tasks
N' then I can bask
In the sun make a flask
Preserve the heat intense
So I can boil a nuisance like eggs
Control the midfield like Iniesta
Flip the game like Chiesa
Enter a dessert start a fiesta
Gifted hands
Like mine max a chance
Whoop a circumstance
When I set a mode/It's touch n' go
My hands are legendary
Restores life in the cemetery
Blessed not X'd/I determine next
My hands are a peach
My game is at a pitch
I'm pitched against pitch
Darkness n' still I preach
Slivers of light like cleavers
Prune n' carve divas
From soot dark contours
I'm a raconteur/I weave a filigree
From a plume of smoke
A breathtaker from Conakry
Magic I stoke/Anything I work with
Translates to poetry
Whatever I'm to wit
Becomes a piece of magic
I touch the tragic/N' out comes Jumanji
Make the River Genjis
Flow into the Kalahari
Resolve any harakiri
While enjoying potpourri
My hands are blessed
To translate the universe
It's a smoking gun/N' it never bombs
It walks its talk/It smooths the rough
It pays like big bucks
It weathers the tough
A pen in my fingers
Turns me into a Mozart
I grab a brush n' canvas
N' I am Rembrandt
My hands are blessed
There is no contest.
Eneh
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