Tenwu F.

Faque this, the hidden artist composing the  largest conundrums in a dungeon. my mind stay runin perplexed at the constant misfunctions, but it's nothin I can't handle under the light of a lit lil candle at a blacked-out family junction. I'm not bluffin or stuntin I'ma stall in grad deduction, mispronunciation of my name and style when I battled rap, wrapped too tight to battlerap I snapped, then clapped to bring myself back.