You never witnessed the excellence of pure lyricity
Performed by a Shaolin monk straight out the monastery...

Hittin j.Smith's cranium like two jugs of helium
Blowin 'em up like explosives on a truck...

The outcome is similar to Hiroshima
As I bounce off the scene like a jet-black Beama...

Nuthin like the rush I receive from killin MCs
j.Smith better freeze before I squeeze...

It's life or death wrapped up in a single breath
Vendetta electrifyin, watchin j.Smiths weak ryhmes dyin...

Gettin struck with the accuracy of a sniper
No doubt, the sight of blood gets me hyper...

the drama no doubt I leave 'em leakin
Vendetta on the low stay creepin'...

j.Smith sleepin but I stay armed and dangerous
No matter what his name is, bitch I make 'em famous...

niggas like j.Smith swear his lyrics are sweet
But when Vendetta creep I'ma lace 'em from his head to his fuckin feet...

Bow down to the Unfound Emperor Vendetta
Once you enter the circle you find me in the center...

Of definite laced with pure entertainment
Bangin j.Smith brain like uncut cocaine...

Movin like the theif in the night when I strike
It's like equivalent to a killer shark's bite...

No remorse if a life is lost
If you're playin the game that's the price it cost...

It could be deadly fuckin with a Shaolin machette
Walk poundin heavy plus j.Smiths palms is all sweaty...

j.Smith's up against a terror
I think it's best you better get your act together
his style's phony like pleather...

Full trait to di-tect hard rock frauds
My blows penetrate deeper than shaolin swords...

Not many can withstand the impact of Vendetta's rap act
Hittin harder than a rape victim's flashback...///