Man your battle stations prepare the invasions of rap's devastation/
Newbies, female groupies come into the game faster than club cats poppin off rupies/
But hey you're in for the night so sit tight and recite all the lyrics you were hopin to write/
My palms are sweaty, Lips are dry, Starin at the sky nervously askin God why?/
Marijuana has turned me from a child of the norm, To a smoke clouded storm/
Walls are embedded in Canibus, Rap Style Analyist, Lyrical Arsonists scooped me up cause they knew i could handle this/
Evangelist preachin rhymes not religion, Sit back and wonder whats the cause of our livin?/
Meaning of life, Pains of strife, Sometimes you contemplate suicide, Take a look at the knife/
Look to the future your brain is your weapon cause its the mental before physical that decides whether youre steppin/
Withersman, Zainy BMack, former B.R.E now on deck with the L.A, Rhyme flows Scary, Not you're ordinary,/
We're very much in check so damn nice we got our pen upset it dont wanna write/
Our lyrics show you signs can you see the light?/
Satan has a hold on my conscience with an angel takin over temptation/
Its like only aggravation can satisfy my needs for motivation/
Pain and suffering only lead up to your demise/
Like souls from the grave waitin on the light to free them and rise/
Assumptions bein made about the past act fast before the past is the thing that jus happened last/
Sounds confusing I hear, No Fear maybe out of style but its the only thing I fear/
Abandoned since birth constanly cursed into a perfectly written verse/
Dispersed amongst humanity villain minded insanity, Cleptomatically imprinted through my membrane's sanity/
Cause I rob and steal, smoke and deal jus to get by for that one paid meal/
Rhyming is my gift from Jesus Christ the savior/
I have nothing else in life to give thats my only known saver/
So now that you know a little about me, you'll realize that I ain't no battle emcee/
This is why I was not wanted in the B.R.E, so they let go of a vet/
Cause Bash claims you dont need respect on the net/
This is why you left your crew because of fear in inactivity/
Well depature is the key to your crew's irrelativity/
Your Nothing and if you want a war with the mack/
I got the ammunition on my notepad ready cocked to fire back/
Show Stoppa, Hynoptic, Bash, and Rhymtic...doesn't hardly equal to a crew thats terrific/
Lyrical Arsonists is gifted, Like grains of sand tellin time thats sifted/
We will be in RB until our souls are lifted.....
Not likely Bash you'd rather bite me cause you can out style me or outwrite me/
But see I'm gonna leave this all for the front lines/
Cause jus like The Fugees I'm gonna merk you "One Time"/
Bash the battle lines are drawn, Your bitch made ass aint nothin but alley hooker scorned/
And the End of B.R.E is not to far away could happen today, Cause merkin you will be nothin but mere Childs Play/

Fuck You