my ryhmes are poetry that shit change lives/
why have a name like the matrix don't u know neo dies/
Im incredible like hipnotic and hen/
U bring out the hulk in me and the anger starting to begin/
Im the unforgiveable sin, the forseen rapture/
can't find osma cause his soul i have captured/
My ryhmes more sick then the bubonic plauque/
fuck a little rain I taliban your parade/
I got rounds that will peirce thru your vest/
on yall clowns i leave walk thru holes in your chest/
so at best, u know not to fuck wit the beast/
I leave your whole blood line on the of deseased/
i put front page of the new york times it reads "this nigga so sorry"/
have him whereing more masks then a masqureade party (mask-a-rade)/