Visions Of Perception, The Jury will inevitably rest your case
No corrections, A simple truthful declaration, check my lyrical grace
Brace, as I spit fire on the mic, all of us are poetically tight, so fly we in flight
Check 1,2, as The Jury on RV runs through, the illest new crew
Shit yo dont be blue, just because we concucting mad skillful brews
Killing you bitches, TG and The mafia's bodies on the porch in a pile
Ima violent nigga im vile, Flows, flowing faster than the motherfucking nile
This is how god meant shit, The Jury the best straight running shit
So step back, b4 u feel the force of 24 Jurors spittin illities raw
We dont slack, all of y'all will be prosecuted under judicous law
Judicial
yo i spitta hot game,but when its time its game ova TJ's take ova
4 ne 1 tryin 2 step ur pitiful stop for da sake of da souljas
we dont fall short or get caught standin,we b demandin
we da ones comandin,battle plannin,un-protested handelin
we could take out chall n murder on any level
talkin bout 1 crew y we taken em out by da severals
we lead rv purely wit skill and murderin of emcees
weekly,around da clock dont matta,we got killa tendencies
THE MISTA
Yo i'm back again, but not in mace style,came back to put dudes in retirement file
Naw, i ain't haven't fallen on my text, I'm still writing hot shit on the net
bout to do audio, watch out for the tongue twista, ripping it under the name the mista
But for now, i'm gonna play it safe and write shit on the paper, for your sake
Please naw kid, i'm doper than you, fucking with an poet i'll turn you blue
My rhymes on scapels, ripping your body and soul, clap your ass, make ya lungs fold
putting herbs into a cessation, Asking for a rematch? dont make a merk a recreation
The way i'm ripping yall call me an verbal tailor, leaving yall bloody matter of fact call me a slayer