uh. off..tha top on tha open-mic, not chokin-like, im straight -smokin- coke-in-pipes/
throats-get-slice, i toast-ya-mice, i like meals-cooked,ya feel-shook when i expose-tha-knife//
explodin-lights, out my mouth glowin-bright, owin-life to a bitch i dont knows-a-live/
im goin-right, to tha source get my foes-at-night, and throw em thru tha fuckin walls like they polter-geists//
i grab an adams-apple, but don't care-if-its-steves/
i attack and thrash-in-battles, u aint embarrasin-me//
this rap is fast-in-travel, nobodys barin-tha-heat/
a land of barron-emcees, preparin-they-cheeks, for wrenagades war fare-in-tha-streets//
who gonna cherish-tha-weak? you d.i.e if you starin-at-me/
ya parents'll-greive.... leave ya family-devastated//
ya grave gone read............DAMN!-he-hesitated/