yo im on the warpath, my wraths deliberate never choreographed/
i brainstorn elaborate flows that a break the finest emcee in half/
i'm fesh on the siccness, im the guru of the siccness, /
branding death marks on many cats skulls/my rhymin in plentyfull,im bringin plenty a flows to shocc ya/
i'm moccin ya with scores a lyrical bars that a knocc ya/
i'l feed you stones and rocc ya bubble yo chest up and pop ya/
yo rhymin so square you aint never gunna be popula/
hypnotize ya andlocc ya with numerous darts to drop ya/decorate your upper body in blood call you count drakula/
my styles immaculate..... this win? i'm staccin it up high/
you paccin enuff verbal hot air to make the earth fly/
your skills fail to impress matter fact they dont even exist/
your pain is my bliss ,u like sum false rapper roccin fake ice on his wrist/
its a matter of time a space that take yo place ....shit iiant frontin i tell u this shit to your face/
your self explanitory couldnt devise hot shit if you was in a labaratory/
my shit is mandatory every sylable i write is frightenin/
when i speak the earth rumble like 5 seconds after lightning/
there no novacane that can rid you of this pain/
i'll make a pathway out of your splattered blood called memory lane/
me and you aitn the same/ you wanna see who is really insane/
lets put ropes around our neccs and jump and see who can really hang/you wont last 5 rounds in a rhyme bout/we just started this shit and you callin for time outs/
you a gangsta that dont stand for shit like a nigga with broken legs/
i brainstorn elaborate flows that a break the finest emcee in half/
i'm fesh on the siccness, im the guru of the siccness, /
branding death marks on many cats skulls/my rhymin in plentyfull,im bringin plenty a flows to shocc ya/
i'm moccin ya with scores a lyrical bars that a knocc ya/
i'l feed you stones and rocc ya bubble yo chest up and pop ya/
yo rhymin so square you aint never gunna be popula/
hypnotize ya andlocc ya with numerous darts to drop ya/decorate your upper body in blood call you count drakula/
my styles immaculate..... this win? i'm staccin it up high/
you paccin enuff verbal hot air to make the earth fly/
your skills fail to impress matter fact they dont even exist/
your pain is my bliss ,u like sum false rapper roccin fake ice on his wrist/
its a matter of time a space that take yo place ....shit iiant frontin i tell u this shit to your face/
your self explanitory couldnt devise hot shit if you was in a labaratory/
my shit is mandatory every sylable i write is frightenin/
when i speak the earth rumble like 5 seconds after lightning/
there no novacane that can rid you of this pain/
i'll make a pathway out of your splattered blood called memory lane/
me and you aitn the same/ you wanna see who is really insane/
lets put ropes around our neccs and jump and see who can really hang/you wont last 5 rounds in a rhyme bout/we just started this shit and you callin for time outs/
you a gangsta that dont stand for shit like a nigga with broken legs/