**Pass me the microphone and watch me kick it/
As I dazzle the crowd and compile the rage/
With the speed and agility of a hurricane.../**

I Spit Lyrics like sharp spears cut through 13 D's ears/
Leavin' 'em dumb with no eardrum beggin' to hear/
Man of the year '13 D' your label should've signed me/
Untill then I keep building-textually-blind'n'/...Wit my Crew!
Even with a telescope we couldn't see ya go the distance/
I spit with the strength of Popeye on spinach/
Give me 11 minutes, nigga, and your girl is finished/
Leave your ass heartbroke and your world diminshed/
My flows is sour, spit contaminated baby powder/
Vision time like temperature, over the watch tower/
With the lyrics and rhythms that I be spittin'/
I seen it through your panties it was written on your kitten/
My fame comes and goes like the threat of war/
Ready the troops, feel the wrath of my sword/
My spitt'-from-tongue cuts 13 D's mind with the depth of a razor/
Pickin' off the target with the infra-red laser/
Breakdown, because I'm tickin' like a time bomb/
you got the last battle but imma finish in this one..fuck it im done/