I'm sweet like cinnamon when I'm spittin this lyrical venum
Givin the rappers the blues like denim
When I'm killin em, fillin 'em wit these syllable
Synonyms of adrenaline spillin off my spiritual tongue
Then numbin 'em like penicillin
Plus I'm tryin to reach the lost like Gilligan God willin
The spiritual healin will stop the drug dealin and killin
Because I'm feelin like I'm ready to lose my mind
So many bullets be flyin and rydas be dyin
you goin to hell for the shit that you write
you aint gona b allrite you be lucky if my lyrics keep you stood uprite
Gotta make a difference for a sec
And the difference i makin is 2 make you a fuckin wreck
Plus I'm gifted wit flows and wrist is frozen
I thought you all knew dawg, I'm God's chosen
I punch you in the chest..put a bypass on you heart
That's why I rhyme out of need and not love for the art
You winning this battle would prove there is a conspiracy/
Cause there is no way a weak prewrite can hold a candle to me/
I'll put a spell on you
i be scratchin you eye balls producing tears
We put it down down here, on the grind round here
If you don't know, you will by this time next year