I bomb lyrically and kill all in my path, get out the way kid,

or get put on ya ass, I mentally destroy and smash,

and give ya whiplash, Now gimme ya life, or gimme ya cash,

Spittin percussion, on the mic im clutchin, spittin heavy words,

thatll give you a concussion, I aint rushin,

but metaphorically crushin, leavin you upbeat huffin and puffin,

Surprise attack you, like the killa beez, sting you wit ease,

prayin aint the only thing that ya do on ya knees,

NIgga please, P.R.I.N, Pretty Retarded Intellectual Nigga,

I was in now im out, yo prin check ya mutha fuckin scriptcha,

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Phive Is standing Tall