Viper Broken Arrow

Im king of the hill, not run of the mill
minds on another world, im bout to speak what i feel
you already know the drill, im bout to get ill
hostel gospel, im the apostle in this life forreal
my eye is on the sparrow, my flow is like an arrow
piercin thru ya skin, flesh, and bone marrow
fellow; this aint plain, minds on another plane
while im flyin over seas, i wrote this rhyme on a aeroplane
sky high, as i wave to the birds
300 miles and hour, fly past the nerds, lames and herbs
vicious verbs, yall invertibrate like vipers
dont touch the mic, im lightin a fire with my cypher
pass the lighter, the blunts in rotation
me and mary jane didnt break up, we jus took a vacation
supposed to be an* in line 10, not and