dis nigga talkin bout how he gon shoot me, clamin' he's a thug/
till he gets shot, and da sidewalk soakin' his blood/
da only infected flow he got is da one called yeast/
i'm a x-man n dis rap game, u should call me da "beast"/
when i spit "storms", nigga u can't stand it/
and i'm throwin cards at chu like my name was "gambit"/
i'll slice u like "wolverine" if u fuck wit da team/ (think about the x-men)
and i will "roc" dis fella and make him do da "dip set lean"/ (think about roc-a-fella and the diplomats)
and i ain't never but i caught secondhand/
but i can make secondhand from a gun by bullets going through u n hittin' ya otha men/
since dis nigga named A$e came into RB, ya'll niggaz don't know what to do/
n don't sleep on dis cat cuz he's 0-2/ (o and two)
i'm bout to make dis nigga lose, make a one to his undefeated seven/
and da structure of his flow bout to go down like 9/11/
and nigga i'll be ya waiter for today, cuz nigga, u got served/
i kill ya men, and like da preacher, "u gon be gettin da word."

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My flow is developing like a polaroid picture/
my "rhyme book" is the "bible" and i'm just "writing" my "scriptures."