this punk gets on here bein' sarcastic,
im'a turn drastic like a cripple on acid
stretch his bitch like elastic cover her head in plastic
he tries to save her so i put them both in a casket

Now I move on without fear
My heart hurts but my soul has shed its last tear

My strength physically unrelentless
Endless rhymes but never breathless

I drain ya brain of dreams u sleepin restless
Praying to ease the screams that leave u breathless

I dont give a fuck about the place that i came
I rep my pen and claim a wet cigarette in the rain

I came in a blazed haze, Blamed for being crazed in a daze
For thoughts I raised in these dayz

The king can claim to reign from Queens
But aint never really seen bloodstains or heard screams

Im ya dream come true so dont forget that u said it
Surrender ya temple cuz hell is where ya headed

Roll the spliff, light it, enhale the smoke
Chase it, and spit it as a rhyme of high hope

Im glad to break bread with my dawgs
Ones i tought, cuz illigitimate children of Titans are Gods

I beat ya ass, take ya shoes coat and hat
Find ya stash, smoke it and give the bag back

20 inch biceps and the nicest lyrics,
Got me a bitch thats mixed and nearly fearless
Tears shed bi yearly, its clearly the shots of spirits
That get me to question death cuz i dont fear it

Put my life to the test
Spit to the heartbeat in my chest
It get louder until i cant stand it
I spit verses until im nervous and panic

While the dopey ones were smokin opium
I was teh nicotine fiend speakin chosen one

I spit and someone said its fate
I said u didnt know its the pun reincarnate

Youre crazy comin against me and my boys
Looka t my arms i must be on steroids

Its more than gift, a flaunted myth
Blood drips in the fifth that i sip, from slit wrists
So when i spit, Its blood liquor its thick

Aint even out yet and i already said it all
Thousand pages scrolled, plus some written on the wall

In relation to the patience of Satan waitin to escape the divine
Blatant education thats just a taste of my mind
Spend a few days in my prime
And stay in tracin and contemplatin design

I stepped on the cross, chewed thorns, and chased divine blood with hotsauce
Split the seas, and still aint done pissin the gods off

5 mic surround sound erratic spit
Knock ya ass down to the ground like acid tips
U aint saw this since Pac had asses to whip
Since Hov Big or Nas when they had classics to kick

Got the concrete foundation, started buildin
2 Stories above u and i just hit the ceilin

I can tell u more about poverty at christmas
I had rubberbands and socks on my wishlist

Give me a pen and a pad, 5 minutes and watch me stack G's
Write for 5 mics like I was Nas when he was nasty
Hov and Big ahead their time at 23, well im past these

if you wanna see tight lines check out my battles.