through my keystyled wisdom,i can defeat you easily/
by my wordplay and diction,this battles labeled unevenly//
Flawless HOE SIT DOWN will shorten every sentence/you construct cause i give limits to speak like a murder trial defendant//u couldnt be praised with repentence,ya soul replinished and baptised,my words terrorize ya ass,before you were chastised//u couldnt capitalize if i went first and presented my illest verse,
even if i gave you my own words and a month to practice and rehearse//i keep my lyricals casual when testin non competitors/before this battle ya health was norm/ya content is on the level of a retarded militant simpleton//fuckin wit me will leave this Fools Gold emcee tarnished/with the blood dripped carnage after hung by a helicopter harness//usually within my keystyle recitals,i take heart conditions vital til suicidal/
and rip real audio vinyls on emcees who like to be named after disastrous titles//from my originality,i dissect emcees cranial cavities/hold you over a balcany with lotioned hands,so i claim an accident when they trial me//with the capacity,i spit metaphors that will lift ya body with out the force of gravity,and u couldnt BEAT me,if i stood bondaged,and u received 7 counts of assault and battery//infact,im so ill mental,i can each one in ya calvary my own analogies,and tell them all to battle me,so i can castrate all their heads and record the worst case of genocide to one family//i spill out rhymes that combine within nano seconds,that hit ya mid section wit Tekken combo connections before u have a chance to draw ya weapon//
only when i battle you,it's seems like i show perfection,
but it's not ya fault,that ya genetic traits placed you with a birth defection//im pretty sure your young,so there's probably room for correction,cause after this battle,it will be obvious that you chose the wrong profession//
how the hell can you defeat me, when ya mic has no chord injection?,matter of fact how can u beat me if im an Immortal and ya immediate death is destined?//it aint optional,i still drop a flow on ya commical,error postin illogical rhymes against this phylisophical//mechanics lyrics abominal with the force to rip ya abdominal,
structure and feed ya ribs to starvin families in Kosovo//
i see ya nervousness,consist to be out of service like Previs (Ellison) is,i only display these battles rhymes,so u have no choice but to worship this* Criminal recognize ya worthlessness//you couldn't step to my level if you were walkin' with God/
It's just a Wham-Bam thank you boy/for the victory/
Here's a quarter for tryin' BEAT IT you're history