MY Sword and .45 is the only thing close to me
How can this Nigga flow on me when he doesnt even know me?

---Beat Starts-----
Pics Up the Mic


I ll tear this Nigga down wit my blade, Piece by PIECE
HAd to do it, TRying to make this Lyricall Wackness SIECE
Bout to be lyrically preganant (I raped him wit words) Cuz he forgot to take his PILL
I could give this Nigga the measles and he still wouldnt be ILL
White Boys bein Wack tryin to Rap is sumthin I Dispiese
Knock you back wit my lyrics, Pop you wit my gun, and Cut wit my sword, cuz Ima Ninja in Disguise
Gotta make you Realise, That rappin aint you think Better make a Comprimise
MAke a beat, Write poetry, dO sumthin and try to enterntain
Better get to the top before you witness Slashers Reign
And get Burnt wit a Lyricall Flame. And send you bak into Lyrical Hell
So as i drop this Mic i Say to the Crowd LEAVE NOW YOU AINT GOIN LIKE HIS FLOW
AND YOU CERTAINTLY AINT SEEIN A REAL BATTLE CUZ THIS SHITS A KO.


Hands the Mic Over

Peace