im sick wit the flow n i dont need no reference
i tear u up in a battle or flow it dont matter ur preferance
i blow ya mind with my lyrical riddles
then eat you to pieces like u was a bag of skittles
im hot enough to burn the mic for ya information
heat it up to the point u get a nostril inflamation
i sit back n take a rip off that mary jane
n rap up the game wit a chain n let it reign
im not tryin to be vein/ im lettin my membrain drift insane
u dont want it wit me, i bring the pain
i pump out to much fire for your brain to sustain