my wild style cannot be Imitated
it can only be Demonstrated
nobody wants beef with murda Matrix
it's like putting metal in ya mouth
and I don't mean Braces
if you happen to survive Ya Lucky
I'm known to end battles Abruptly
if you want to diss me then Give It Up
the only thing your gonna Spit Is Blood
maybe you'll cough up a Lung Piece
ain't nobody paying me any Money
if you say I'm fake then your Targeted
I'm only metaphorically being Artistic
so paint the picture For Me
I'll make your Story Stormy
Writing Flows like a Lightning Bolt
fuck around and get hit by a Slicing Jolt
the sound of thunder is like Knifes In Skulls
so tell me why you wanna Fight Him Foe