[Verse one]
It’s a criminal situation even with a chemical transformation
You couldn’t spit acid rhymes even if u tote plastic nines on location
Like slow oxidation my flow will rust a foundation
No Temptation My mission is too put all dem emcees too resistance for instance I spit Flames and Murder u in an instant
Cats Scared too "Hold-a-Gun", when Bash play "Golf-Wit-Ya-Boyz" he will put a Hole-In-One
intergalactic raps trappin every mans action wit the reaction of plasmic extractions/
overlappin the globe in a solar cap holdin back no show of fact when laughin/
verbal wisdom dropped & sizzled in a skillet, my faith..lookin foward to fufill it/
the Rhymes i spill it no need to conceal it , it's deep in my spirit , i might as well reveal it/
for all to see then fall to knees crawling flees watchin fallin leaves
My Rhymes To Be Taken Lightly , Is Like Meetin And Greetin The Rapture,
It...Can't Be Done.. Taktik u think u're Movin Good Homie? Well why dont we step on the stage and see if u can dodge my Punches


Chorus:
B.R.E dropping Scriptures , That's our Feature...
Hit ya , wit bulletz that will go through ya
I'm the person you would miss when deceased, i'm pissed wit my speach
Split you like a virgin's clit
I dont feel the pain enough to speak, i get weak...in weary minds soft foot steps creek/
Put a couple of shots through ur meat
(2x)

[Verse Two]
i seek the knowledge the chosen ones hold, what the future will unfold/
every legend remained untold...behold...lyrical mastery on an overload/
and i have no control, livin scarce but soaked in gold/
till i see myself when i'm growin old...i feel i can't score...when i got an open goal/
Wit Dem Denominals , Crazy , And Sinical Bionicals,
My Opticals Are Locked On Ya Frame...As You Lay Stressed In Hospitals
Words Comin From Them Beligerent Shots-Will , Keep Egos At Bay While I Reload Da Glock And Peel
My Skill Aint Never In Question , And If You Don't Feel , My Steady Hittin Lyrics I'm a Be Steady Wit' Tha Hand When Commencin Tha Kill
Yo..Da Way That I Walk , U Know What I'ma Say When I'm Ready Ta Talk...Run Up On You With Force...Lyrics Written In Chalk
The Fact Is Most Rapper's Are Left With Exasperated Statures
I'm Reppin that Beyond Reachable Empire wit the Fire holla at da B.R.E family and have dem tear out ur wire...........