Sink ya dreams start hangin onto reality
Rip the stage from ya feet, no fret, it's a practicality
Callin all emcees, come to me, can't contest my rythm
Taken on all colors, seek the source, I'm the prism
Cuttin chunks from ya body, as I spit, you in hell
Attack ya soul like A.I.D.S. deplete T-phor cells
Think of me as the oak, this page is white, lookin to lynch you
Smash you to hell to a level Dante's(Inferno) never been to