Risin up to heavens Gates like im rollin on the mall escalator.....
Nigga ya took ya last breath -no need fo; the respirator....
Muderous rhymes and ill intentions gots the detectives snoopin....
Gots this cats Mind boggled it be Loopin......
Metas & Personals marking ya down aint gots no time to react.......
Like a punch to the windpipe ya havin' an asthma attack......
Chaos metas inflicting max-I-mum damage.....
Why submit ya verse?Its jus another Toy for me to ravage.....
This clowns Passage is attacked like a Barbaric Savage....
Sheer elemental Forces at work in my Verse.....
Broken evry Hex and curse....Wont cease till i see this Nigga in a hearse....
So let commence the inevitable "Textual Healin"......
Ya flow is like a crippled dude "Got no Feelin'"....
Coz i demolish Fags and herbs and heres a fine specimen:Blackwell......
He enjoys the experience of gettin abused by burley men in prison cells....
Quick keystyle....
G'Luck