my rhymes are like Deadly Hooks my honest lines Get These Crooks
confrontation, yur already Shook, yur about as "raw" as Freshly Cooked
I Roast Mics So Nice that my Flow Might just destroy these Low Life's
another Skull Sniped u have No Right to be acting like u have to be Told Twice
time and time again I tell u that I'm not tha Soldier Ta Test
but like a suicidal geronimo yur gonna make me go Over Tha Edge
to hell with what tha pop charts Calls Rap, I run toward a cliff and Haul Ass
my lyrical content is All Facts, my tracks are like yur first love, u Fall Fast
either that or yur a Hater mad cuz I could Wager my Paper on erradicating u Fakers
I'll run from that "state farm" like a good Neighbor u can come too if u want Player
I don't speak just to Say Words, I spit cuz I'm good with a bic and I don't mean tha Razor