Taktikal Productions Brings You......No Common Kerdezzy

My mental-Taktiks hit like semi-auto-matics, judge looks at my 'evidence', bedazzled at the lack of motif for action//(jus to merk...)
Take-that-son, good verses...you lack some, kinda fun 'flippin'~you~cats' like 'Garfield' was sittin on 'fractions'//(ya flip fractions in math equations)
Text haults ya breathin', like kids wit 'split~personality' on 'Halloween' evenin', your ass is 're~treatin'//(no trick....haha)
Your only link to 'Jesus' is I send back your verse for your 'last supper', throw it down and watch-you-eat-it//
Your rhymes get defeated in tregedy, your flow, punches and structure we're posted sadley//
'Scare' your text, even the board tries to [/b]walk[/b] like I took a glock to 'milton bradley'//(Monopoly...Scare Milton Bradley, Scared the Board-walk)
Defy amplifiers, despise fakes~n~biters, you'd need a 'rictor-scale' equipped wit 'nerves' to 'measure~my~violence'//
Screen~heats ya iris~n~eyelids, knuckles~up like i'm Irish, everytime you key a word it's 'shit' sorta like an 'anti~Midus'//(Midus touch...turn things to gold)
You try and match key words till you wrists~hurt, you couldn't 'make~fun~of~shampoo' for your words to properly 'diss~PERT'//(dispurt...Pert Plus shampoo?)
I'm like the '8th Dwarf' named 'Eemcy' cept I be signin' at you 'whistle~while~I~merk'//(whistle while you work...haha)

Until next time.....keep on breathin'.....that's if you can