QUESTION'S PONDERING IN MY SKULL PENDING THOUGHT ABOUT - RAW ? IS HE?/
A "SWAT-TED"REJECT, SINGLE "HANDEDLY" THROWN AWAY VIOLENTLY*/

TELEPATHICLY RIPPING APART HIS VERSE FOR A BRILIANT "FATALITY"/
SUBJECT TO WONDERNG AIMLESSLY TIL HE'S RECONSIDERED HIS "MENTALITY"/

SHREDED HIS "TRAIN OF THOUGHT" SO HIS MIND'S EYE CAN SEE "MY~LOCO-MOTION"/
"DEVOURED" HIS "PUNCHES" TIL HIS BRAIN HAS NO "TRACES~OF~NOTION"/
CONTINUED DEVOTION UNTIL HIS BRAIN DOES LIKE "JAPAN" AND "FACES~EXPLOSION"/

"SILICON MEMBRANES" ARE THE ONLY WAY DUB-C COULD HAVE "ENHANCED~THOUGHTS"/
THE "SELECT FEW" MURDERED ONE-BY-ONE UNTIL IVE "SLAUGHTERED" EACH "ADVANCED~SPOT"/

"DURANGED~KNOTS" "THREADING" DUB-C’S "UNFINISHED HANDS" TO HIS "FREE~POSTING**/
THIS MAN WAS "DE-FEETED", NO LONGER WILL HE "STAND" TO CONTINUE "HIS~BOUSTING"***/

"CONCRETED" TO THE KEY"BOARD",THIS "TERMITE" ROAMS AROUND "UNINHIBBITED"/
SPUN CRAZY TIL HIS VOICE "SPEAKS FOR ITSELF", SAYING NOTHING BECAUSE MY "RYHMES~HAVE~HIM~TWISTED/

"HES~SHOOTIN".......FUCK I DONT CARE, ILL PUT A BULLSEYE ON MY CHEST, LIKE HIS PUNCHES HIS BULLETS "ONLY~HIT~AIR"/
MY "RYHMES" ARE SO SUDISTIVE ILL "KICK" THIS KIDS ASS WITH "ONLY~A~STARE"/

ENUFF GAMES......STYLE SWITCH

I "ROAST WITH FLAMES"...OPPOSE ME?...ILL "TOAST UR NAME"/
I GOT "SNAKE EYES" SEEIN FIRE LIKE ITS A "GAMBLIN’ GAME"/

FADELESSLY RIPPIN WACK EMCEES WITH MY LYRICAL THUNDER/
"CALENDAR LIKE"...DIS KID DUB-C DAYS ARE NUMBERED/

FIRE AND ICE MEET WHEN THE MIC "TOUCHES MY HAND"/
I LYRICALLY KICK WANNABES, WATCH DUB-C AS HE "CLUTCHES HIS GLAND"/

FUCK WIT THE FAM?...ILL MAKE LIKE "NINJA" ON "VACATION’ AND "RESORT" TO "VIOLENCE"/
2 CLIPS EMPTYIN WILL ACT AS I "BREAK THE SILENCE"/

"FIGURE MY SPEECH"...MY RHYMES BELONG IN THE "HISTORY BOOKS"/
"DISFIGURE THIS LEECH"...SILENTLY SWEEPIN PRIDE LIKE "MYSTERY CROOKS"/

YOUR GAUGE IS THIN, ILL "CUT" YOU..."YOUR OUT OF LINE"/
ILL SHAKE U OFF TRACK AS I LYRICALLY "CLOUT YOUR SPINE"/

MY AERO IS POINTING BACK...TURNING UR "LIFE BLACK"/
DUB-C IS NO MATCH...TIME TO DRAW MY "KNIFE BACK"/

THIS DUB-C ONE IS DONE...HES RUNNIN AND "DODGIN THE SMOKE"/
COUNT IT DOWN, 3-2...THE BULLETS ARE "LODGED IN HIS THROAT"/