My strategy is aggression-leaving cats with a battery of questions
Like newspaper reporters, art sparks like flint even Clark Kent have confessions
Like USHER. A crusher of R&B charts makes booties twist like LUDACHRIS at a bar
My rhymes a tough load like rough roads batter cars
And shatter stars like satellites in mode headed for mars
Maybe blind as a bat but got rhyme stats like Jada Kiss
My verses latch the streets like a batch of concrete made to twist
Sidewalks as my pride talk like Oprah giving away cars
Living astray with scars like prisoners on death row behind bars