unlimited.....

uh oh uho uhuhoh......
dis kat a homo u can tell by his lines he aint playin witta full deck//
turn's da mic on....

this on.....uh......

oh yeh i forgot already oh what a crysis, bitch newby flo'ing witta fake groupie license//
discrase to the name of CJ, when i destroy u imperialy i dont wanna record it//
ur brain separated from ur lines like dss in a rain storm distorted//
cubes and fog clouding up ur verse like ur tryin to confuse me//
well nigga dont assume it, my spit hit u straight sendin sensations in ur brain settin ur intelect molecules str8 into periphial movements//
come ...step up ta dis plate, i destroy u ontoppa 3rd base when ur cleary no threat, nearly breakin a sweat//

but u's done tried it again...punk'd like mtv..sum one told u u'd win//
it was all a good laugh nigga, but biblicly recorded it'd be considered a sin//
Sensations of fear travel thru ur anatomy//
dark clouds stream thru ur veins ur color's clearly jumpin-out-at-me//
Infectin ur cells like chymera u got 48 hours to spit//
but u kno soon ass u see u met mission:impossible u feelin ta split//

well....

try..key ur verse...i methodicly record in my mindset every involluntary move//
even right now i sense a shakin in ur striking...let me try an telapathicly sooth//
cant...sound waves of ya brain mass to strong ur clearly scared shit-less//
guess i was right in bitchslapped callin u pussy, cus nigga u actin dik-less//
shit..u look aight fo a bitch...probly pass as clinton's mistress//
damn...now ur readin down my lines...thinkin to ur self"man i wish i'd skipped dis//

cant tho...
cus use a one night peice of pussy for me//
i drop an 20 minutes then a quick vic fo me//
its simple g, jus lay down open up an lemme spit my verse ya c//
much easier when ya go along then fight what ya kno b-in-evi-ta-bly//

peace....
solitude has rested in me i done lyricly attackin a crysis that can be stopped//
like a janitor Cj know there aint no floor that cant be mopped//
very easy this game my boy sum say it be like elementary//
CJ...labelled a crysis of catasrtophical proportions has jus balanced ya chemically//
maybe now ull flo witta full deck, steada witta 'studda' an a half a set//(balls)

next//....