my grizzly technique forces you to fight bare,
and i revile yor nude,
i dont spit,
bile is spewed while your defiled and crude,
if your actin wild for food,
i tell you to put a fork in it at dinner, cuz my style is rude,
if your mild or prude,
you get freestyled and chewed,
spit out onto a plate, and after awhile your food,
ill rip both my arms off and burn my shirt, before i ever wear my heart on my sleeve,
oh your a breath of fresh air?
i release toxic gases to make it harder to breathe,
i came to this planet,
discarded the peace,
infinite bars, bombardin yah streets,
leavin cars in the trees and parks in debris,
marchin in seas, of hardened emcees,
leave an increase of the target deceased,
i got some phat rhymes,
but your bars are obese,
so i wake up everday and start with a feast,
i leave fingerprints when handling beats,
so i dont need three sixes to leave the mark of a beast,
i need to find a way,
to fill record labels,
they keep turnin,
but i still set the tables,
yall are still lyin,
but a skilled lepords fatal,
last time i was livin the dream is when i still slept in cradles,
i jump in the booth,
and the leap is respectable,
i step to the mic,
and defeat is a spectacle,
but the beat is delectable,
the emcees are shaking,
and defeat is expectable,
releasing impeccable, heat and electrical,
speech is detectable, if you speak intelectual,
when im down, i dont just rebound,
i smother the ball,
you stepped on me on your way up, you wont recover this fall,
like autumns dying,
you at the top,
but im the realest and thats the bottom line,
i raise the bar untill i scratch the sky,
your only dope untill the stash is dry,
you think you see this heat,
but your no mach for i,
your just a pupil,
now let the prophet tell a parable,
i laugh at feeble similes and how rappers think that hell's comparable,
you think you dressin fresh,
but furreal its seldom waerable,
im not of this earth,
ive seen mankind and all his realm is terrible,
you say your cold as the streets,
i freeze like the ground when the hail as just struck it,
girl the only time i call you boo is when i get on the mic and your pale as a bucket,
rappers make a home in this game cuz they flow like the wind,
and everythings great till my sail intterupts it,
the cats i roll with are skilled hunters,
so if you gettin buck, i got to pounce,
i give you a calculator and say itll solve half your problems,
but its the thought that counts,
if you didnt get that your left in the dark,
like knights in the war forgot the mounts,
the goverment only brings small change,
so if you talkin common sense,
they got an ounce,
i dont wear my heart on my sleeve,
id rather wear a steal faded locket,
god sold his only son to the earth and still made a profit,
ill crucify my pencil tip,
just to get my point across,
dawg i aint playin,
but ill be the first to give the coin a toss,
if emcees actin sluggish,
i use rap, as assault,
you probably missed that like childhood naps, to adults,
i run laps around rappers,
but if you really want change,
youll go back to the vault,
im reffering to safer track,
but dont matter to me,
cook up a flow with battered emcees,
grabbin a mic will leave em scattered with ease,
