One-man revolution with the solution, to give this x man his own execution, shut his critical mouth of all his lyrical pollution//
Skills like these come around as rarely as an eclipse, ask any one about the legendry killer -“ya cross he path-he spits lyrics n he rips”//
Ya oral skill aint rhyming- ya were born with dick kissin lips-fags like you deserve to feel my verbal apocalypse//
Like chop suey I spit my rhymes cold and raw, too intense and too hardcore, if pussies like you tried spittin em ya’d probably break ya jaw//
I kill ya with my verse, to make it worse, infront of ya family at ya funeral ide run ya over with the hearse//
Im a live for ever-with my rhymes to colossal, after I rip ya ass-millions years later you’ll be in a museum as a fossil//
To mark KASS the man who turned legends into myths, when he drops a verse its impact is like he dropped from a cliff//
Battled for centuries everyone I rolled up and smoked like a spliff-ripped apart pharaohs and tagged my name with their blood in hieroglyphs//
Fake niggaz like you with ya un original emcee names make me vex, the word Chop Suey is known in most dilects, it means “everyone he battles-everyone he wrecks”//
You aint a real emcee, ya just some killah kass wannabie, I got a hunch ya getting ripped… nah actually it’s a prophecy//
Products want the best emcees so why the fuck did they pick you when recrutin, 8-0 wow I show ya my respect with my middle finger saluting//
Its over now son-im a get a gat and start shootin, ironic how the death of the x man was by the Killa doing the executing…”BANG!”//