Coming from the ground, now I'm running with the town
track behind tracks, and gunning with the sound
back to go rap, and stunning all the crowd
wackness gets smack, I'm blunted and I'm loud
I'm a pacifist, boxer, rapping this
activist cracking discs with active spit
rapping with miraculous adjectives
smacking lips of wack, rat-a-tat savageness
Ever try to step in my way, get blasted
how you gonna battle when your brain is average
Every rhyme I write is thermite, I burn mics
don't turn ripe, cause you get road like turnpikes
absurd right? don't give a fuck, ya nerves hype
stab you in the chest, and the rest are burned white
microphone termite, killing verbs like
my pencil was a knife, and the words are third Reich
You faggots, don't speak, like Helen Keller
when a ''stop'' ''sign'' is in front of her face, you fellas
acapella or not, my flow never stops
letters drop, killing everything in sight, cause I'm a better cop
When I rip it up, different fucks get split up
sick enough, to kill a pregnant lady from lips up
ahead of my time, and my balls are portals
when I jerk off, times lines are poured too
flow this track, word to micheal phelps
and if I aint crazy enough my psycho helps
Fuck a punch in, punch in, all you fuckin' munchkins
thrust them, slice them on the back, they are nothing
Rush in, genocide the people like Stalin
you lose on the stage worse then Sarah Palin