Lyrically, my energy converts gravity into accapella mastery
rhythm induced tragedy, and it's so sad to see me splatter G's
attacking these MC's, direct your attention to this worded verse
get pissed and rip this shit with spit, you bitch, I'm a real curse
Lethal spurts, cripple with unthinkable nuclear missiles and pistols
rip through your tissues with ninjitsu and hit you with my grip too
rhythm slips between my weapons, rises faster then heaven
ejects from the heart, bloodshed casings roll back like slot seven's
which means, I fuckin' killed myself for the sake of what I love
cut the gloves, bare knuckle boxin' for anyone who think they above
come on, try me, eye me, attempt to get by me, and get a high knee
to your dome piece, a chrome beast that stays fresh like hygiene