I'm strong enough to beat you and your crew, hands-tied-down,
Damn, bye now, if you see a shooting star, that's your man-flying-down,
Send anybody you want to battle me, I send em back-through-mail,
Your mom knows, I got a dick bigger than some of these rapper's-tales,
I sound-check the mic, and the battle is over,
Take it, throw it like salt, over my shoulder.

Let me give yall a couple bars why I am nice/
Cause I can spit atcha and hurt you, wit out thinkin twice/
I spit atcha brain and merk dude, and stop the blinkin of light//
they'wn call me the Mel-Man for nothing, this aint a joke/
Battle me bitch, and see if I'wn get provoked/
To clap atcho ass, and choke ya damn throat//
Yo air flow stopped, I tell you to breathe easy/
I tryta tol'ja, but you aint wanna belee me/
Nah you laid out on a strecther, cause you though I you was greasy/
I'wn play childish game, especially when I tell you to be easy//
ChAmP StAtUs, the type of level I'm on/
When I drop the mic, you lookin like somein wrong/
Pick up the mic, and get ya rap on//
You cant, why, because I smashed em' anarchy/
They cant see when I spit, it start to get dark g./
The rhymes is like a semi-shotty in the night, its gotta spark b.//
If you wanna test my skills holla at me PM, or try and Bitch Slap/
Guaranteed when I recieve, The bitch gone get clapped//
I'm nice, I'm hot, think not, take away ya rights rite nah.
WHATS THE GOD IN YOU LIKE, behind enemy territories?
cum-c-me biytch

im aint the best yet but soon i'll top the man/
approach wit a gat straped ta each hand/
and declare my own previously conqured land/
i formulated and plotted thee ultimate plan/

its ta take this human race by storms/
grapple the head and stake by horns/

im to nice wit da flow so niggas refer ta me as sick/
nuthin else jus dat im simply IT/

i dont appreciate others... they dont touch my elevation
i blanket them with skillz... jus like a leader of the nation
im just a deadly compliation... a 1 off manifestation
sent here to corrupt and disrupt with self glorification
its like being on vacation... without any complications
im jus reppin myself... an' no doubt the best... with exclamation!

Born with golden bloodlines and higher intellect//
copyin i aint into that, skills that compel select//
Spits like smoke, inhale my words and you'll choke//
Burnin fire within my throat,heat spittin like legends spoke//
I'm a livin myth, mist and darkness, shadows and moonlight//
unexpected like a foodfight, but awaited like lunch at noontime//
skill like the universe, infinite and forever expansion//
punches landin like a meteor, the damages.. you can only imagine//

since i was young i done what i want without complaints
without restraints, living while its time to reign
i stand strong, ontop of the game, cruiseing in the lane
my skillz remain, sharp like a diamond tipped blade
i got it made i got them played loving every minute
cos life lives me to the full, and im the best thing in it!

you kids is babie how you spin wac rap
tryin ta get at da top son i been had dat
and believe i stay strapped ta tuck and blow
i memph bleek cuz i'll fuck ya hoe
and pluck ya doe like beatin for ya pocket change
my perimiter of flow is that of a rocket range

stay down
 

stay down, coz when ima on the scene yaahl skit fall 2 da ground
it aint my fault ima too hot-an my flo kills any haiting nigga around
i just work it every day, getting better and better
till my flow reaches the top-and yo skits dont mean nahta
some niggaz say dey push clipz,but how many times wew herd dis
i remain hot, while yaahl spit so much fucking bullshit
i'll remain high till i die-when i dieing i wont even cry
use to the pain-my skills always fly high

Cannabarz is mor-bid, throws your arms-pits in orbit/
Storm-it with saturn, an use the sun-rays to tore-it/
Cannabarz is furocious, like a beast that' work-the-cunt/
Got gats so enormous got humans blowin out like circus-stunts/
Ima work-the-front, while ya'll work the anus-peeks/
An train ya pub-buddies to do the same, till anus-leaks/
rain-you-geeks like hail-storms, fukkin wit cannabarz/
I'll stand on your scars, an refuse to let it heel/
Got that vet appeal..
an Can is pushin more weit then when I let-the-steal/

VanIllabymidnite comes throuh and kills you girls right
People say "Man who's the cat that flows so tight"
I don't know I just stand up and take the mic
I ride past the rest like I'm on my bike and they on a trike
You can't see the white kid comin through like a treeleaf
Growin out showin that I'm the best just admit it freely
I just started have people screwin there faces up like I just farted
Just don't understand the man that went when the beat started
It's okay though I just like to have my style my own
I'm done and my life just started and I'm chizled like stone

aiiight, i'll grab-ya-girl, an stab-her wit' my dick/
stick it up in her clit, she likin that black-solami/
Cannabarz is tardy, start-wit-me an i'll part-ya-arms/
like police-officers takin gats from underage children/
shootin from buildings, take ya an rob-ya-farms/
take all ya crops, big ass pussies, i'll cause-ya-harm/

Immaculate u gotta understand this nigga's amped N shit
N cup ya hands when speakin to me...cuz ya ass will catch a spit
flip it quick N walk around with Ice bags in my belt
cuz it's like...this muthafuckas too damn hot for himself
lord he needs help...730 knows no bars when held
cuz his hands go free for shots on any pillar he stands
feelin it man...royalty N shit N i'll say it quick
that even bitches know
they brush their teeth before they suck my dick
N fuck a hick...sick rapper you know's dirty i ball
while y'all look up to 7:30 like a clock on the wall....;)

see me my self i don't need an introduction---i have rappers that wanna be me but like jay and pahrell they frontin/
like crazys in action movies i'm stuntin/my tongue is always blunt and/people pretty much call me hoover cause i really gives a damn/i licks clits, pull licks, and do the whole 9 yards/i don't think ya'll here me i took off a whole 9 yard/oh lawd, this kids name must be breath because he fuckin hot/and like a fool with a bummer in 100 degree weather/folks always waitin on me to drop

Whenever u want, nigga come ready,
i rock the mic steady, hands heavy;
The hottest nigga around, holdin down the east,
smack u w/ the piece, ya girl to my yard like my name was Kalice;
If ya punk ass talk shit you betta watch what u say,
i aint gonna play, rip ya ass any day
Who-ever wants it I aint scared of him,
if u want it that bad just send me a pm;

the names logikal..my rhymes the nicest-
peep my shit..my flows the tightest-
im untouchable...noone comes close to me-
im more than human..call me the immortal emcee-
anyone wanna battle? go ahead..its up to you-
i'll spit half my verse and you'll be thru-