I'll get inside your mind like my rhymes are psychics from Bruce Lee's time
to smash these lines to ya spine and cause eletrical shine
I'm to dope for radio, my audio is probably coke to wack activists
my tracks crack ya discs you aint have the mental strenght to battle this
I'll rattle fists to ya chest till I crack ya back discs
I'm so dope I spit crack glyphs in the form of hieroglyphics
Trippin' like LSD lookin' at mirrors that go on forever
you couldn't rhyme with me cause I own copyright for all the letters
I'm to sick with two clips to bash ya crew for they two cents
and this food for thoughts, it'll take days like meat to digest the shit
I rest my lips and rhyme telekenetically, instrumentally
elemental like avatar when I spat these bars so detrimentally
Lyrically rippin' any enemy with mui thai bended knees, I'm sending these
lyrical bombs to murder any rapper and alternate identities
you couldn't step in my ring cause it's a motherfuckin' trap door
and I'm so fly I levatate as you fall all the way down for ten floors