innocence a predicament like my skills they disconnect ligaments//
punches in dividends torture the cerebrum without sections sent.
even if i had ‘writers block’, my weakest line would stil devour yo entire battle rhyme//
my battles crime all felonies but i escape without takin any prison time.
its verbal abuse that i unleashes to defeat bitch niggaz wit lyrical devastation//
my flows are like anthrax to emcees thoughts, they cause physical emcee annihilation.
cuz All of a sudden fake niggaz like you start to hate on me//
But i don’t fall(loose) easy, beatin me is un-like-ly.
you might be lost, cuz the quality of my flows, you don’t come near it//
you fear it, homosexual rappers don’t exist so you pi-o-neer it.
i’ll Irritate you with verbal rashes when i spit my rhymes all up in yo face//
and watch me as i lyrically put you in yo place and as yo whole life verbally gets erased.
My lyrics are deadly, cuz i cock back lyrical guns steadily//
Aim the barrel and pull the trigga to where BILLY’S head be.
Mug shots, now investergators got yo picture on a fuckin milk box//
cuz you ‘RIDE’ soft,opposite of ‘D-M-X’ and ‘THE-LOX’.(the Ruff Ryders)
So let it be known today that i my rhyme schemes will always lyricaly violate(beat more emcees)//
cuz Like brick houses in a hurricane, Pø!$Øn rhymes are here to stay.