My verse

Can't nobody define how I be droping these/
My ryhmes is a fuckin lyrical philosphy//
I'm spitting ill prophecies like socrates/
Tossing flames like Mortal kombat burning fake emcees//
I'm throwing 1,2 punches straight at yo face/
If this was a real fight I'll catch a murder case//
i'm missin screws conjested thoughtz of murderin u /
my relapsed actions given u the choice to choose//
win or lose...wit a dent in ur record and u lip bruised as i cruise in control leavin this element speechless wit no flowz//
it's just like this battle,yeah you going down/
you aint coming up for air until i spit and you drown//
Yo this kids more wack than a nun with a ruler//
this kid must have downs syndrome,... He's a drooler//