i was born wit flow its just in my genetics/
i slaughter ya face nuttin remake it wit cosmetics/
mixin me wit hip hop creates lyrical synthetics/
i chop at ya limbs and replace wit prosthetics/
im why the existence of the unveres is assumed by aesthetics/
i leave ya foamin out the mouth like candycoated diabetics/
my words bring pain like scientific magnetics/
you can cry for medics while im in no stage of remorce/
my lyrics surged wit power and an electrical line of force/
my words explode and glow in the sky ta give a light source/
and transforms time and language till we speakin in old norse/
i got the capablity ta knock you off your main course/
i chain whores strap um ta floors and i show u what your worth/
im the lyrical god i created mcs and the battle fields of earth/
i cunsome your soul for preperation of my spirtual rebirth/
my levels to high no chance a single lyric ull reach earth/
closest to your skill i get is when i reach dirt/
i kill and make ya record worse wit each verse/
ya weak worse and disengate you as i act volcanic/
ya matter doesnt matter its rather inorganic/
i beat ya ass from the pacific to the atlantic/
i fix ya rhymes wit mine im a lyrical mechanic/
in ta ya die like this doctors evil and flow satanic/
you sea ya flows sunk like a blow to titanic/
i put you in a state of manic depression unless you forget/
but i leave you on ya death bed cryin desprate for breath/
in a measure id guess you think youve already won/
but i turn the table and do what no other has done/
my gun spits out minerals and a matter of lyrical science/
so to avoid further defeat wave the white flag beg for alliance/
only way you walk away alive if weve made sum type of compliance/
my appliance ta hip hop is like new rappin renovation/
i like a bulldover ready ta colapse ya foundation/
you ran outta words ta bit now ya suffer from lyrical starvation/
i drain ya bodly liquids and watch ya of dehydration/
they put my rhymes in rotaion as celebration that im givin pain
compensation to renew my hip hop brain combonation/
my shells give you commendation in coffin head for death ya final
destanation my exploration of words hurt till the next generation/

lets get the votes then