My staminas plenty regenerated and juiced.
Ready for breakin in through banks and takin' the loot.
Truth my actions aint matchin my words,never react into verbs.
so go back in your cage,I'm just rappin' for perks.
Class is in session,I hope you dropped the weapons back at the exit.
I'm complex and your rappin leave the average interested.
battlin me is tragic,do you want a plastic intestines?
fuck a punchline,I will rip and hack with a messege.
A dope track gonna becken....me to return.Speakin and burnin
computer screens and the streets is bleedin,meanin even suburban.


Chea I'ma be back real soon...