Mind pictures w/ out scriptures, thoughtless approach
Incision visions by critics, OFFICIAL murder he wrote
The evidence is in the text, Aint nothin yall can do
But await and see who's next, And hope it isnt you
Im lookin past round two, terrorist attacks through my lyrics
Drop on 'em like bombs off the radar, And cant scan my lyrics
This kids fuckin wit napalm, Like haters Im a blow in ya face
Tellin emcees to stay calm, And just stay in they place
Ya boys not to be fucked wit, Heres proof for non believers
Phantom of cels tourney, swoopin grabbin the minds of thereaders
This battle shit is nothin to a realski, Aint nothin but batting practice
While emcees fumble they heads scratch they shoulders, like what happened
ITS OVER