vitticus...ya better off just not spittin shit...//
ill make it rain on ya block.. when im spittin bitch...//
but just listen bitch... ya rhyme aint even 5th grade...//
leave u bloodied up... like the tip of my switch blade...//
i been made... i just had to take a month off...//
cuz i walk hard on the streets... & u just tread soft...//
i spit crack... while u still spittin cocaine...//
the moral of this story is... u just a no name...//
u got no game... u got no fame...//
and u still spittin here...what u got brain...//
ill do u like a family portrait... an put 4 in ya frame...//
ive gone insane...im deranged...//
cuz when this lame spit...//
i aim quick...straight at ya block...//
untill ya top get knocked off... like u fell from the top...//
an wont hesitate to let off a shot...//
i dont run from the cops... i just empty the glock...//
ill leave u breathless... an yeah im that wreckless...//
exchange my watch for ya necklace...//
come back in an hour...an take my watch an ya lexus...//
leave ya spot all hectic...u can expect it...//
but u got no choice u better respect it...//
cuz my rhyme is timeless... dont ever let ya mind slip...//
the wisdom of a prophet.. wit the divine gifts...//
the soul of a savior... mind of a tyrant...//
an the louder my words the greater the silence...//
an yeah im straight outa the brix... like a marvel comic...//
got my powers from suttin thats nuclear an atomic...//
an u may have fire but u scared to drop it...//
cuz once u do u know that crimes gonna top it...//
an aint noone toppin me... ill leave u burried deceased...//
for thinking u could get one up on me lyrically...//