You must be the illigitamate child of a rapper I waxed ten years ago/ your fairest throw is two yards in front of me clearing the air...an so.../ It's surprising that you still dare to flow/ It is appearrant though, you still want to be inspired/ so I wrote an essay to stick you in the quagmire/ I'll rip any rhyme sheet you read/ the skillz aint on the Mead/ but survival depends on how well you plead/ some advise? stay on your knees...be a good wife/ open that cheese...all lips cause in rap you don't bite/ if I bus off it might just save your life/soo.... who said rap is on the internet.../ on the streets they luv me/ in tha club they luv me/ in tha cypher they luv me/ none of these places you've entered yet/ in tha cypher your survival is a thought contrived/ cause in your subconscience I slide like a cross fade glides/ with precision/ under pencil pushed incisions/ run or hide it's a no-win decision/ I'm like tha atom in a whole world of Albert Einstiens/ tryin to split me in every direction...I'm that fine line/ between perfect master and perfection/ think of perplexion/ any MC lessons...I designed mine to be the exception/ my skill is so sharp...I swallow sticks to spit spears/ I'll make you climb tha highest peaks of fear/ 33,000 feet in the air...where your flyest rhyme's capes tear/ there..there..there...my snafu'll stick you one million times like a tatoo/ then baffle you with rhymes built to laugh at you/ I'll blast two an' you'll think two hundred're comin' after you/ on judgement day I'll ask you "Did you see me flailing past you?"/ crushing your ego like a giant would a statue/ in tha palm of my hands/ ACHHOOOO!!/ Ohh, an' you can't stand it...I'm like a verbal Barry Sanders/ but who can really catch me when the rhyme meanders?/ even though your eyes say patient...your minds spacin'/ your thoughts been shakin'...from all the jolts you've taken/ from you missing my legs...an I'm off racin...tha skies with guile as my agent/ always two steps ahead of your dead on/ comin' head on...with weapons that paint you dead wrong/ go ahead an place your bets on/ he that walks through bullets...takin' lead on (me)/ one juke and I spread on any defense to get my shred on/ high powered by Exxon...I'm watchin' Inspire miss/ he slipped in my oil slicks an' never caught a glimpse/ feeling his way in the dark with a limp...he tripped in my foot prints/ dipped in embarrassment...so I stay arrogant...and touchdown/ I was created with no fear in me...just stare at me when I touch ground/ so I'm high-steppin through your half-steppin'...tha rhymes' tha lesson/ how many times I got to stomp you with these nines I step in/ true indeed you runnin' lines your best when/ it's you an' Mead runnin' trains while sexin'/ Self, Boo, Unifire, an' Low Key while I'm runnin' names/ get lost in tha flames/ the cost of rhymin' is holocaust in tha game/ get served or get murdered cause I hit birds/ a mile in the air from where they sh!t turds/ stay skurrd because I got millions of words/ ammunition is like gas thick to kurds/ I'm like Osama..you can't catch me/ even if in full stride, you open your leggs wide...you can't snatch me/ you f@#kin' bitch...you even ripped that c-section stitch/ a gatt delivers less pain when it spits/ when I rhyme, I rip tha clit/ no question a verbal sessions' just sexin'/ an' I'mal put any bitch thru vigorous testin'/ don't think I forgot you xtraa or kayno/ but my rhymes better served with Drain-o/ Damn all you dick riders...go back to school/ be somethin' other than a fool/ my rhyme is drool drippin' from your future faces/ dumbin' in tha pysco ward afta I laced it/ you praise Dick an' it's comin so wait it....

ANY RAPPER WHO DOESN'T HAVE VISION...GET LOST