yo let me see if i can storm some shit around...

yo, i got a habit of causin havoc/
its tragic the way i have it/
i had it, all i needed, but with a puff its gone deleted/
into papers, then into vapours and in my lounges where it will saty there/
everyday i make my livin, smokin weed and get my fillin/
and killin any emcee that aint chillin and wonna step to me, you must be kiddin/
cause i manage to use my advantage, and with the mic in my right hand damage with heavy weapondry/
vanish you with my raps and you still aint heard the breathe of me/

i'll stop there.