The microphone molester / machete undresser Stupid-dope-fresh-type shit ressurrector Top gun / miramar / best of the best-er The leave-an-emcee-peace-in-rest-er Skill tester / the flex-the-gun-ner The make-funner / the adversary-make-run-ner Make summer / cold with rhymes I spit Kick gift to lifted delinquent wit I be the prophet / my hand / top it? Stop it / fly like rocket when I rock it Lock it down with this preverse verse Every fuckin' curse a burst of hurt Move crowds / physical fitness rhymes Cokeheads couldn't do my lines I'm decorated like Christmas pines / my battalion rocks Emcees become silhouhettes of chalk
Reading my eyes will say it in many ways Losing my pride will save it in many days
Hit the dirt / because the words I spit Will do more than just rip your shirt I'll bitch-slap your soul / contact the track control You comin' at me? You can't hack it, though So ridiculous / watching my crew Get sick of this / wickedness / pitchin' this Lyrical viciousness to crews and cliques Made of men and mistresses This is my life / the twilight in the fight night And tryin' to see nothin' but the highlights When I write / these eyes on horizons Die for my song / cry rhymes in Krylon Fire on / move men telekinetically Esoterically beat-speaking with clarity Feel my verity / heroism of heresy And sever every emcee I see with severity
Reading my eyes will say it in many ways Losing my pride will save it in many days
Why not / What I came Why not / What I came Why not / What I came
Why not give me what I came to deserve Why not give me what I came to believe Why not give me what I came to deserve Why not give me what I came to believe
Reading my eyes will say it in many ways Losing my pride will save it in many days