Mcs are like calories burn them like I'm running on a treadmill i will never sell out even when i get the best deal its a car crash when you listen to me spitting because I'm over the limit before i start writing lyrics and i know i never write so when its time, i pick up a bottle and hand my soul to the spirits. my tracks are viruses so when you play them on your hard drive we leave gaps in the system. cheetah on a mission and they are saying I'm slow. because they made of gold still i don't give a fuck for those I'm a gargoyle and i got turned to stone by medusa. before i was a producer, i was a myth in the shadows and they hated my humour now I'm ready to blow out the candles make a wish i just wanna blaze piff like Harold and Kumar I'm a killer when i enter the rhythm I'm at the top there is no other division no other shot wanna learn, better listen