The amount of time it takes me to write a hundred rhymes/
Be about the amount it takes you to count a thousand dimes/
It's all a hundred, like hundred yards i'm scorin'/
Like hundred dollar bills that I chill for cool storin'/
Or storage, mad niggas rhymes straight be pourage/ Straight soup, we be that protein that get up in yo' splein/
Uh, make you clench ya' teeth/
Hard work pays in many ways, seven days a week/
Hard beats, my niggs magnifique for the streets/
And Triggaplay, true lyrically complete/
This perfect combination/
Firmly holdin' down firm ground for future generations/
Quick to lace 'em, these super-heavyweights/
And just when you think that it's over we regenerate/
Like gamma, from ninja scroll, we everywhere like cable/
Steady watch these card table emcees fold/
The skills i posess are never less than real/
My thoughts are concrete, plus hard like steel/
My niggas know how i feels/
Yo, i was born to rotate and get juggled on Technic wheels/
They say hold it down trigga, hold it down/
I say "Don't worry baby, I'm ready for another round"/
Whether it's a rhyme, or whether it's a drink/
Me and the mic go together like paper and ink, in perfect sync/
With every raw-deal beat/
A lot of niggas run a couple laps, i'm runnin' track meets/
The fighter pilot, put the mic to the test/
I walk the streets without a bodyguard or bulletproof vest/
No stress indeed rap has changed through the century/
Yet still i remain a true hardcore emcee/
And now you wonder why most definately

Yo im back and i got pleanty more, K.I.L.L is representing