I Spit TIGHT~ASS raps....
like my rectom forgot how to RELAX-
Just to get all of my shit out I have to counter react-
with ex~lax.
All I know is spitting ill shit…rappers try to match-
so I tattoo “your dead” To my forhead and help them face facts.
Makes since don’t it?
I use sentence fragments to shatter opponents-By components-
in battles let you get live for a split second-
then get split in a moment,, by using my tongue for a weapon.
Nigguz is lifeless-if they don’t believe I’ve been the nicest-
Since before osiris- and isis-To years after the 911 crisis.
they call me Making Know Centz cause ....my style content is priceless.
from mosaics~ to poetry translated from aeromaic-
To my cells...weather going through mitosis or if the bionuclaic.
My writs embody spirit of lyrics with lymrics-
twice a sick as hermaphrodite clits being stuffed with gay dick.
Who ever want with me we can battle or we can fight-
If you bite…your ghostwriter will be haunted by my poltergeist.
resite killer rhymes….what I write is coherent with flat lines.
I graduated to murder in 1st degree-
homocide ? try suicide- im the only person that can kill me.
you a bitch nigga homo thug with a trigga robbing men for their male figga-
that's some "dick ride to survive" shit like MEMPH BLEEK do JIGGA.
Instigate me to deliver punchlines…but when the fights on-
You be the first rapper to lose to me before I turned the mic on.
Scientists use my saliva glands to innovate ways to irregate-
Im better then you and that is before metaphorsI implicate to exagerate-
Spitting for so long it’ll take a river bed for me to re~hydrate-
Go head do a diss to me with your whole crew-
Air it at your show I bet your one hoe fan would still boo.
Fuck any one who even herd your 16 and felt two-
How you tight on mic…Son your hypeman takes ridlen to amp you.
Callen your boys like that’s gonna scare me-
It wont… but it will consume more space in the obituary.
When I flow I recreate noah arch from start tofinish I can do it-
Make 20 MINUTE verse of how ****** got killed on his own crew duet.
Any one who start shit can kiss my ass-
My lyrical muscle triple the density of vin diesels’ pec mass.
Blast- you and exposing your flunkies make you look out classed-
Your pussy you probably quief every time you get gased.
Being me is automattic- my brains mathmattics-
Compensate for my lack of wack gimics cheap antics.
CENTZ don’t need a gun gimic for his fans to notice the force-
Once the pen starts its coarse…………….
I leave my mark by auotgraphing the coarpse.
Sun burn you to dust the way I son omit.
you get ~rip~ between my verbs like the word sc~rip~t.
son I rep the 757 newport news is my home town-
but in this case 7~5~7 is the my score card in 3 rounds.
That means 2 to 1 your flawless record is through!!!
While I use the math to multiplied-To supply –
an explanation of how im better then you.