Yall niggas don't know Kwell...yall dont know my verbal talents
now i'ma Prophet, n i bet yall havent even heard Unbalanced
wheneva yall look upon me.....i hope yall foos see gold
you cant stop me in battle, u betta off tryna shoot me cold
but that'll never happen...nah...i'ma let the truth be told
we gon run shit for years to come...till the present youth be old

Im from da bronx where u find a dead bodies in a ditch
snitch and youll be right next to that bitch
when these niggas pop off u betta pop back
or get popped like a cap and u know that
im tellin niggas im takin over
talk shit and fuzzed like soda
NOW IM OUT BITCH

I antagonize n maim, i'll leave u wit lyrical slugs crammed inside ya brain
leavin u wit agonizin pain, every time u merely imagine skies wit rain
catergorized as flame, what i spit is too hot for the average person
wit rapid cursin n a thirst for servin verses, i'm a savage lurkin
u cant withstand my merkin, these be the most vexin perplextions
stress expressed like a Wesson--sure shots as i put my text in connection
bestin perfection, way past the specified limit, investin my spirit
destined to be the most impressive, wit the most intensified lyrics

Yall jus speak wit saliva, i'm spittin in the street wit kunivas
keepin the fire high, cuz wit the heat i'm a frequent supplier
enfeeble ya fibers, decrease the strength of ya epidermis
the hot rhymes on my mind makes my brain a tremendous furnace
end ya purpose, i'ma send the worthless to early graves
cuz i'm a heartless muthafucka, jus a burly knave wit curly waves
till the world be saved, when Jesus drops down from the pearly gates
i'ma merk these fakes, for my day of greatness i'ma surely wait
catacysmic, n i'ma stay that way in this rappin business
n i wont stop till my plots are the most savage witnessed

freestyle? it all sound the same off the head
only reason ima alive...im too good to be dead
i never had to justify my skill
cuz all up and down threads in "cypher" u see my will

Ayo, i'ma come thru rippin shit up, so fuck the festive events
i'm the best wit the sentences, gittin u RV guests ta' repent
make yall regret bein wack, n doin shit thaz unimpressive n dense
this lesson is meant for yall, i stay watchin like Abe etched in the cents
i'm deliverin this message ta' vent, dont think this is agressive intent
but i'ma still leave yall breathless, skulls wit the most intensive of dents

as i sit in dis computer lab...obseve the honey's to the back of me
and watch as my post amount grow like a pack of seeds
responding to a hot kwell freestyle verse...the rest was wack to me
sound like the shit you let loose in the crapping seat
whether keystlye freestyle my style is hostile
juvenile delinquent..fuck was these niggas thinking
hotter then ya best shit ocappella no instrumental
its 2004 no need for a note pad..a pen or pencil
spit word i convert to gigabytes u wont leavt to fight
i swear lighting strikes the 'lead' in my pencil...when this nigga write
its obvious i got it locked down from start to finish
cuz i aint even write this shit yet u shut out in 9 innings
perfect game...i call u " " cuz u aint worth a name
you acting like them bitch rappers that get rich and then curse ' the fame'

incripted elusive words written down like instrumentals..
captured in time intelligently so question tha intro's credentials..
tha flow?...un mastered tha punches?...not captured...
stop....before you get castraited in wall paper plaster...

i aint kwell an i aint hotshh but tha vocabulary flows fluently...

lol^^^holla kid..rv cats crush sites in between jay fingers^^^
and even thogu we make these bitches bounce quick...the smell of pussy still lingers
motherfuckers

Do i sense a subliminal diss? then i'ma blast like a criminals desert e
nigga leavin wretched lyrics etched on ya flesh wit minimal effort g
spiritual blessins leave me gifted, above some of these misfortunate cats
forcin ya back to the ground smokin like ash, rappin like i'm scorchin a gat
no remorse when i'm clapped at, u try n throw soil on Kwell's rep,
then i'll poison ya cells till they boil themselves, let u toil in Hell's depths
whenever i smell threats, i retaliate whether or not they're curiously said
so tread lightly, git ya head right n dead serious...before u seriously dead

I'ma be unleashin the flame on any cat that be speakin my name
leavin 'em maimed, buried in the ground where they need ta' remain
now u seein the bane, i wreak havoc n speak tragic wit lines
every rap be seepin black magic, cuz that's a deep habit of mine
wit ravenous rhymes, u'll be seein how the adamant climb
the best crafted design, there aint a battle that i havent declined
i'm never passin my prime, n i'm still awaitin my gold pendants n shit
yall dont even know penmanship till u experience my sentences rip
i'll put an end to ya shit....n dont be thinkin that this rhymin is a bluff
i dont think the Heisman is enough_for this, i'm jus a diamond in the rough

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what he said^^^^^^^

Wit egos, i see yall are so protective...widda full blown perspective,
i'm leavin homes infected, these flows be perplexin every known detective
face it--yall aint got mad glocks, yall jus some fags that grab cock
so wit this mindframe, this is my game, i've got it in a padlock
i'll make ya flesh shudder n deck shut up cuz i wreck suckas
n dont go e-thug on me--what u gon do while sittin at ya desks fuckas?
please...gimme some-room-ta'-breathe, i'ma count one-two-n-three
and i hope that shit'll be enough ta' git u dumb-foos-ta'-leave

Yo I'm da kid wit a incredibly huge ego,
Give me any weapon I'm dub leathal,
Lookin ta get a nut so i'm lookin for a slut thats wearin somethin nearly see through,
When I'm hungry put MCs to a open pits and slowly prepare to eat you,
Flow so sick that your soul will leave you,
shotgun bullets to ya chest leave you breathin red goo,
You can breathe and the doc.s is sayin 1 and to the 2,
But unlike the video the air won't reach you......

refrain from spittin ur wack rhymes, dryed up cuz my heat depleted ya rain...
reign of fame wont last cuz I just plastered ya name on the wall of shame...
remain hangin on to livin, splittin this kids visions in half like atomic fissions...
scope out your flaws, u betta know i aint gona missin, i shoot wif precision...
encryptions of miscalculations or lacerations of atempts of failed evasions...
phasing threads cuz my flow is nice, entice ya mind wif complex creations...