Horrific with verbal explosions and text notions
controlling the battle area with tactical vocals and motions
swinging my fists like Ruth, in the booth I spit truth
so just shut the fuck up and let me begin to poison the youth
breaking the sound barrier when the microphone resonates
spittin' acid causes my lips to slowly deteriorate
I'm fucking up microphones because everything I spit is a battle
every fucking beef I've had I ate it like cattle
stupid vermin on they knees pleading like they prayin'
get in they face and spit so they can see when I'm sprayin'
knocking you out senseless with a dose of verbal toxin
throwing punches viciously at you like I'm in the ring boxin'
bringing the rocks in so they shine brighter then diamonds
bitches following my orders like my birth certificate says ''Simon''
coming harder then a dick in prono flicks banging chicks
my rhymes making it hard to think like a bitch spending ''WIC''
been awhile since I got up and started flowin' like the Nile
punch you in the chest, bone dust you cough up look like cocaine piles
spittin' until I fill this propane vial with nitroglycerin
the mixture glistens when introduced to the spittin' pyro-citizen
victorious lyricism splittin' my mind hemispheres like the equator
my queen is Hip-Hop, reciting verbals is how I sedate her
I'm the most energetic MC of all time like E=''Mc''2
disabling GPS's when I'm spittin' these solar flares
I'm such a powerful force when my ''punches'' hit the earth the poles shift
and the only reason why I'm in the present is cause' I got a cold gift.