Intro Video (MV)

I'm Frank Lloyd Wright when I write
Or Wilbur and Orville Wright taking flight
Like, I'ma craft words with the mic
Or rather, there's an architect in my life
Right, my life is a building, God is the builder
He said bring 'em inside so they could feel ya
So here we are, my complex complex
There's no contest for me upon my conquest
I confess my words are just conscious
Bricks in the mix of dilapidated slums
Stacked to make one hell of a house
So it ain't hard to tell what the hell I'm about
I'm bout to push up my vocab to stretch ya mind
So pump up the volume and feel my rhymes
I never pushed weight or juiced up for the glamour
So you know my songs built like vander
Built like lanterns lead the way up through the hammers
And the nails on the floor, see my life in a manner
That lies in the cement a shade of disagreement
In a vehement fashion I'ma form a faction
I'm tired of this fiction, I'ma use my diction
To depict my every shingle in these singles, listen
Rap's been built upon addictions
Of crack-cocaine and drug dealing inhibitions
But we're trapped in the trap and all those afflictions
So the tenants of this industry needs to face eviction
Step into my vision step in my corridor
And feel my metaphors through the cracks in my floorboard
Take my doors and you take my life, so
Help me God, 'fore they take my mic, but
Every line of my life is precise like
Anything that come it's my plan, my plight like
Right where the soul sits, the sculpting is firm, so
Circa summer solstice my walls won't burn
Hella tools at my side to abide my blueprint
In due time, I'ma know what you meant
That you knew I was suppose to write, cause
Every time I that I write, I could touch a life
Commercial bridge, I don't need to cross it
Take the last twelve and you'll see its acrostic
I put the cross in my heart
Welcome to The Architect, the tour will now start