lift up the ax, to shatter my writers block
and if that dont work, im down to fire glocks
fuck with me and get more than a tire popped
the rum aint workin, so now i desire schnapps
my last shit was good, but i need flyer drops
until the siren stops, im down to expire cops
i fire shots, at anyone tryin to conspire plots
i light up entire blocks, with my dire shocks
iv seen dynasties fall, and watched empires rot
let the choir rock, cause im not done spittin
whip out my butterfly, just to have fun splittin
if u compete with me, all you've wons riddance
your family gets to mourning, like the suns risen
cause your done livin, i sent you six feet under
my words are lightening, i call the beat thunder
i speak wonders and i work all types of magic
everything i write with insight, ignites some habits
and usually the habits, cause downfalls and turmoil
it leaves people permanently sleepin under pure soil
feed is appreciated as usual