i drop lyrical bombs like a "dictionary", "full-of-words"/
and the only way you "sticken up" for ya self is by "flippen-the-bird"/

ma rhymes flow fluently, they cant be matched/
yours are broken, just let your mouth "off" your face, "detach"/

my tounge must be fire, cause my words make you burn/
common and step up, if i ever let it be your turn/

i send electrical shock signals to ya ear/
so you can hear sysmic waves whenever me n ma spit is near/

ill blow you out like a light bulb that expired/
and like "LL" i aint "stoppen" to kill ya "till i retire"/

i run circes around the competition like a moose around ya neck/
and im maken ya "nose bleed" like you sitten in "upper deck"/

don't you understand or get it there's no endin' to my verbal ammunition/
i got lyrical clips hidden behind my cerebral cortex skin and even some i couldnt fit in/

its just too bad that i have to "contact authorities" to beat this "wak minority"/
and like a bitch havin his make up on is his number 1 priority/

attention, i'm here to announce to the site that i just learned a loser has found a mic/
and now he writes and has the "burger~king" freestyle crown in site /

I pack more heat than missiles heading towards the lands of Basra/
When you're whining worst than a girl getting stripped not wearing her Best Bra/