When i'm on the rise, muthafuckas are preparin ta' lose
i got 'em bitchin n whinin like a child in his terrible 2's
sick like i'm bearin the flu......body temp is soarin high
every sense glorified...i'ma leave yall unkempt n mortified
the sorta guy that might've been sent from horrid skies
divine...everything that i've ever said or dreamt is fortified
like forest fires, i catch on quick...n trust that i dont let go
i'ma spit flame at ya chest, burn ya whole flesh threshold
leave u a mess yo...destroyin is jus one of my combat trends
showin u young pupils the proper vision like a contact lens