Rhymes crack and rustle ya back*to bust through ya ass and crack**leavin you in lack of rhymes to rap**clamp ya mouth till ya teeth attack, ya gums lika guns clap**like bleek I got my mind right, as my bombs ignite**cause the effect can write, lyrics that explode and bite**despite the odds I rise, as you unaware with whom you collide**death is given lyrically to divide, ya homies from ya side**connect the dots to see the big picture**no matter what crew you in I'll still rip ya**cause my rhymes lift ya spirit like a holy scripture**and leave you all mixed up like cake mixture**Psychotic in personality with chaotic congeniality**to spend money like a rich reality**stop ya pulse and decrease ya heart vitality**eyes ripped out so you cannot see**I spit so hard I make ya ears bleed**text move in spirit through ya computer
so when I text you can hear it