i allways kept my prodigy quality/in being flawless see logically
im not the fightin type but i promise yall though/
i'll allways spit rhymes sharper than a blade from hattori hanzo/
im slicin opponents/the microphone showman/
not wastin my time with icelandic poemes/
they take you just enough to see what this island is showin/
sometimes i choose the accapella not spittin over beats/
cause i can be so articulate in speech/
after you read my lyrics you think a higher power for not being iliturate you see/
i want you when you listen, to be serious/
and you even get that feelin from me callin a wack mc a stoopid idiot/
my wordplay power/you can learn 8 hours/
out of the 24 you'r averagin/this is the amount 15 years of studdies thats why im better damn/
all listeners after they heard me spit and they say what they feel/
they tell you my shit is more bananas than when a hungry ape has his meal/
for me grabbin the mic and decease a track/
is easyer really than lighting a cigarette/
i be what you admire you realtin to my words/
you aint preechin to no choire you lyrically satan in gods church tryin to make a point/
if you go against this man you are facin/ a growin sense of despiration/
my flows are ment to bash your face in/your only chance is devistation/
lyrics i spit em sacret/there was sumthin there when i could only handle the simple basics/
so i never created what other mc's refer to as scribbled pages/
everyone not most have to know/thats its so ethical/
to be the most technical/when your poetical/
im battlein my private opponent who has simular skills but i feel like i have to finish you/
this dude is so wack he could lyrically be drowned in an empty swimminpool/
im flawlessly great/but about you i can honestly say/(
that your career is like 24 hours….call it a day/
i kill mics rapitly/invite anarchy/
will i ever see/an ill type that can be/
matched to authentic the exception/
my raps are perfected to perfection/
your wack and its tragic how you rap son/
now that is a lesson that you can learn/
the time is 4 am im hardworkin and never go with cliches/
in the future the pens i write with will be sold on ebay/
its no surprise/you close your eyes and raise eyebrowns/when i display my sound/
check it im insane on a track/
the only handclaps you get is from me when i explain that your wack/
tell me how clear is this/
its like rick james braggin about his champagne…its chrystal bitch/
back to the point where you think a higher power for not being illiturate/
its authentic the exception mad rude speakin whats venomous/
you the no name dude leavin the premesis/
fuck it if im not larger bigger phycically/
cause im your muthafuckin father figure lyrically/
this aint fiction but fact/i bridgen the gap/
from a talented rookie to a legendery veteran/
my balance is to be better nad ahead of them/
get some of this medicene/when im steppin on your residence/
my only veapon is a vonomous/text that is tremendous cause/
its the next day and the time is 1:37 after midnight/
every leter that i spit …….nice/
shittin on opponents worse than diarea/
like the monster from cloverfield imma eat ya/
cauise im a creature/when inside the speaker/
like i said my opponent has skills but how could he clown me yo/
when he's the twin towers at september 10'th….about to be ground zero/


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