Guess what, I just stay with my rhymebook
sittin' with the chronic, have the nine look
over my shoulder, carrying these boulders
It's all over, the type of lyrics that really smolder
sittin', drippin' with the venom, rippin' denim
let em get them, lyrical disease is what I'm spreddin'
I'm a poltergeist, a menace, rippin' MC's like lettuce
Punchlines make rappers see the damn dentist
spit a hot sentence, hot enough for the death sentence
all because fate sees me as evil's apprentice
the majestic microphone hyper tones splittin' bones
phreaking phones, all while vibrating your home
spittin' chrome, which means I eject verbal bullets
when I rhyme I pull it, now watch it split your mullet
shit.. how could it, I let it take over my chest plate
guess now I'll tempt fate, Nazi Salute, BANG..straight
hole in my chest, what is left, is shown from the outside
organs are sliced wide, now see my bright side
bringin' the fight wide, when I rhyme it's high tide
cause' the flow penetrate life's light like night time
stay for the ride, vibe, put your grave on the line
behave for the time, God gave me these rhymes
as long as I'm alive, and my lines survive I will dive
in the belly of the beast, lyrics makes my spirit revive
I will never die, forever inclined to rhyme at light speeds
and my golden penis will only ever plant bright seeds
swipe my needs to the side, breathing hard so I
can decide wether or not I'll still spit these rhymes
Lyrically, I'm still one of the hardest to hit the scene
rhymes will rip your spleen, lyrics are drippin' mean
the peripheral of my magical lyrical composed of material
is imperial to the mental insanity of one who's serial
I said it, complicated rhymes formulated, articulated,
debated, demonstrated through rhythm, enunciated
spittin until it's resonated, then it reaches ear drums
rippin' through speared gums, now you have to fear one
my gears run, fueled with nitroglycerin, a pyro citizen
rippin this medicine, faster then turbines on jet engines
It takes more then antibiotics to stop the psychotic
drop the narcotic, and stop cuttin' with ya fine objects
my rhymes blind optics, verbal insanity pronounced
and then I pounce on any thug for just a fluid ounce
I love what I do, I do it the way I see I should do it
when I spew it, it comes out faster then dicks can shoot it
go ahead and compute it, I spark brain cells like weed
you get sliced and diced faster then I can breathe
This is a message to all MC's, I'm back in my throne
and no one is gonna knock me out of my zone