aight yo i will spit first

this kid stepped into the territory of mine//
its verbal violence kid ima hypnotized mind//
with the metamorphical rhymes,semi auto wit spit//
that go through spar only god would call it a sin//
its my reflex that go past u like wind//
complexed flows,put um in rewind//
its like when i spit my flows would go past the margin line//
he get lyriclly killed he gonna go up on my wall of defeated shrines//
hit him wit the deadly verbs,that grind new b's like you a.k.a herbs//
he read brail and not spoken words,he blind as a muthafuka and he aint know he got served//