Written to the beat of Diamonds from Sierra Leone. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LlUKeziqNiA
Should be recorded to tomorrow with said beat.
lyrics in my mind will turn the paper to fire
and those dope artists are who I admire
Im potent, every time i write Im spittin dope shit
You wanna get fucked up, here I got the potion
Promotin violence when I'm silent or when I'm rhymin
Demotin your rank leave you fake bitches fryin
Call me the killa, punchlines smash my foes
clashing woes don't stop me from bashing hoes
stashing lyrical gold, replacing it with platinum
lyrics smash to paper when I begin to stamp em'
cramps come in my fingers, I can't write
My stand's right, as I run into the dark, damp night
damn right, I'll keep charging my energy tank
peek into the front lines to see my enemy's rank
your identity sank, mess with this... I'll squeeze and fire
the roast begins to ignite these trees with fire
freeze with wires before the suicide bomb explodes
drop your drones or I'll make my chest implode
stuck in a mode of a savage, angry mentality
and I can't determine what is the real actuality
sexuality stimulates, hammers eliminate
and I don't need my fists to really intimidate.
lyrics in my mind will turn the paper to fire
and those dope artists are who I admire
Im potent, every time i write Im spittin dope shit
You wanna get fucked up, here I got the potion
Promotin violence when I'm silent or when I'm rhymin
Demotin your rank leave you fake bitches fryin
Lyrics blend cryptic messages with letters
getting severed is not only honorable but better
I'm clever, the wicked wordsmith forging lines
turning them to the sickest bars dead or alive
sleep deprived, 24 hour work days to my art
if you take my mic away, suddenly my eyes spark
and I attack whether it's dark or light, with all my might
I begin to fight until you can't see your sight
I free your fright, as your soul flies to the heavens
as God takes a stamp and gives your forehead 3 sevens
no weapons to save you from the wrath of studs
smacking your back until you take a bath with blood
lyrics in my mind will turn the paper to fire
and those dope artists are who I admire
Im potent, every time i write Im spittin dope shit
You wanna get fucked up, here I got the potion
Promotin violence when I'm silent or when I'm rhymin
Demotin your rank leave you fake bitches fryin
Demolish any wack MC's who wanna tempt me
I'll expose you like a kick boxers bent knee
flesh indents bleed, attacks from me brings death
I'm so dope that when I begin rap I sing meth
like sonic I will die when there's no rings left
get up close and personal with my bling cleft
a diamond jaw spittin' multi platinum bars
chewed on the bones of wack rappers and spat them far
just cause' your shit is hard doesn't mean you drop heat
cause I spit to my heartbeat, and that stops beats
like cops feet, I stay with a gat on each side
and my hands are giants so that makes my reach wide
teach vibes so you can really feel my flow
and when I get on the mic I'll really steal the show.
