Drop a hot line, spot mine like I'm sniffin' coke
drippin' dope, take a look at me, blind like false hope
lyrical entity, come at me, get wrapped in bags
get smacked like fags, lines stay hot like drags
who want it, my delivery fresh like subway drivers
rhymes put a smile on your face like rollback fliers
keep the heat tucked in like stop, drop and roll
pot in bowls, get me even higher then air control
take off planes, to maneuver in the dirt like car tires
corrupted and fired, to spit flames like gas to lighters
strike fear into the hearts of crews like wild pitches
I have no style glitches, stay with cheddar like snitches
my flow is unmatched, like the Nile when it overflows
you know, got more green then places where clovers grow.
a gangster savant, all you gotta call me is prodi'"G''
obviously, my writings impress like Shakespeare possibly
I stay with the bars that glow red like blacksmith hammers
get smashed faster, then a enemy line wide open to capture
a tactician, stomping across radio stations like WWII jets
omnipresent, like sunlight underneath prisoner metal beds
put the nozzle to your eye, and spray it faster then exams
can you read the letters, must be to complex to understand
swipe your girls numbers, just to dial her death like Kevorkian
what type of damage is this, must be some type of a war we in
my lines will groove around in ya head, until I get my ''axe on''
and decapitate, with 10 last seconds you look at Satan's spawn
and realize, yet it's to late, like James bond with a timer at 00:00
my mind is feral, about to change your face like villain to a superhero
I'll play around with your lines, to reach you like a phone operator
I got the heater, about to blaze it faster then Yoda's light saber
in a car, I spit, punches hit so fast the windows melt cause' of friction
head decapitates and crashes into a windshield, you echo my diction