These bodies I leave in my wake. I do this while I bake me a cake. The lames talk shit coz they fake. With a still small voice I'll cause an earthquake. Amazing and doing it in one take. Copy cats, all they do is fake. I'm not here to save only awake. The aim is to stack it up and pull it in with a rake. Spiced, tenderized and grilled nice like steak. And them lames won't get a stake. Coz they don't see what's at stake. I go Hunt for the gwap when I wake, so I can build me a house by the lake. Reads like sumn prophesied in the good book. Water for your mind straight from the brook. A lil sumn that'll make you feel shook. Delivered with no hook. Oh yes I made you look. Taste great coz I'm a good cook. Don't come around here if your a crook. - William the 3rd.
Nuggets for the thrill about to come. Staying prepared is my resolve. Talking less and doing more, that's how I roll. Bags packed and ready for the fold. All of this is written in gold. Come out on top that's the goal. Tasty and refreshing like a bottle of dole. Come correct down to the sole. This is that lil sumn that is good for your mind, body and soul. Nice like a borito bowl.
In anticipation of what is to come.
Series of illustrations for Clutch Club by @william.spiff