Listening to that Styles nd Pharoe...My life beat...please Relate...

Frantically on the mic, I shake emcee's out of there Epidermis...
Cat's come with weak rap's and I send em' back to 'Customer Service'...
Just because they spit Worthless, or Unworthy...
With fork's and spoons Emcee's can't Serve Me...
Trappin' thoughts that once existed in the minds of Characters...
It's a shame to see me rend Emcee's, and Jeer at thier weak Laughters...
Displaying the Raw Talent, Sweep feet from under you befor you Caught ya Balance...
As I listen to Hip-Hop, rap's just become a Part of Me...
I'll rip out your heart and smoke a joint out of your Arteries...
It's unknown freestyle, no need to challenge my Supreme Authorities...
Reprogrm your mainfraim, and it's known I don't need points to Score B...
Direkt Threat left...now I came back...There asking Who's Dead...
I write knowledge on bullets, that's the only way I get inofrmation Threw Heads...
Spitting with big bands, ya'll amatuers are just the Little Singers...
I'm the type of cat to flick your preacher off with out a Middle Finger...

That's all for now kiddi's, one...