i verbally bring pain 2 tha brain and it's torture/
my rhymes is ancient like tha aztecs of my mexican culture/
come up 2 me and you'll be a new fucked up coma patient/
was busted wit tha mic all around, dna couldn't tell what ya face is/
i like rappin as when i sniff a bottle of rubbin' alcohol/
as listenin' 2 illmatic, plus that's a hobby cause that album is just raw/
my rhythm flow goes like tha nile river/
and be lethal like a bandana shirt wit a gun, a street nigga/
i'm just too ill so you gonna have 2 learn that/
2 all haterz, either bow down or be slammed on tha floor mat/