This second~rate feather~weight is destine to levitate-if-he-hesitates//
Spittin’ fire~pits, this Criminal hopes to hire~hits so he can retire~quick//
Become my crafted~arts, attack with cold drafts~of~darts, shivering in needles until you’re see~through//
Blood cells seep~through with a cracked skull to peek~through, watching your dreams~brew while you sleep~through//
'Testing acid ' tablets with havoc as my spit-lusts pure 'litmus' until blood flushes and gushes out his neck when his head rushes//
No sweet~talk, cuz the only smooth lines from your heart~is~flat//
Unloaded~clips has Criminal like a Siberian bum’s chosen~fifth, insides empty and the corpse left broken and frozen~stiff//
Show your street~smarts, when ya cap peels apart and your brain departs~in~stacks//
Restart~your~stats, high skills arc~back like tracers in star~trek//
Spitting~on~fear cuz I’ve never faced~redemption, watching the stairs to heaven as fresh souls and wrong steps enlighten~dim-ridges//
Criminal's ‘sitting’~on~mirrors and been ‘based’~on~reflections, cuz he’s nothing despite~the~grim~image//
This kid’s only Criminal Intention is him thinking he’s smoking-for-free, when he asked my name and I replied puff-with-a-G//