Yo, the unlimeted power of my lyrics,/
Diminish you style and leave you in hysterics/
Youre repetetive style, continuing using words the same/
Im'a using words you would not have used before, ones tha mess around with your brain/
My cyanide like words, kreepin through your veins/
Thick witted, chronic stupidity, a stupid wannabe gangster(him) with no ryme ability/
When you were born youre mum must have dropped you or some-thing/
If that hurt here comes the sting/
Yo time to ask god for forgiveness for being a wack em-cee/
I am about to do something good for a change, a good deed/(stampi out you that is)
Trill burnt you its my turn, after the sting comes the burn/
Too late, no change of mind, my minds set stern/
My poetic lyrics continue to appease/
mass infection, like that sars disease/
My lyrics ever make or break you/
But for the greater good of mankind i about to bake you/

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Soft focus

Whats the point of living?

The voices in my head Feat. Rule

Unlikely Alias

More Comming soon!