(noncentz)
im one of the illest regardless of how you compare it-
to you 24 is an age or a verse....
for me its my apraisal in carrots.(24kg)
my every line is a dime-that$ why i $spell all my $'s in dollar signs.
the only way my skillz go back or sound wack is in rewind.
but you dont understand that you to buisy trying to look good-
to your male fans and mans like you rep a gay hood.
while i blaze a page like im at the naplm stage-
i can still come back and cold war battles to an ice age.
but when it comes to you i just dont care-
cause you aint winning like hood rats on "who wants to be a millionaire".
im dentrimental on any instrumental-
the fact i can spit 0 to 400 degrees makes me temp~er~mental.
aint shit coinsidental, so when i say f.u.-
and you get offended good cause i intend it to.
im egotistical (im better then you) so when i profile and pose-
i stay stuck up so much you can see my eyes in my nose.
but fuck if they oppose-then they my foes-
me and gods 2 of a kind.. cause we both drown assholes in flows.


(deva)
I aint bitin 2 pac but its me against the world
I infer to hatin cos im living without being curled
Round the finger of disorder or players infecting things
Cos I ring to my own tone like an ex-directory fling
Like telepathy im seen as a thing to be a prospering, fake
But dont intake the man made aint no pre-cooked cake
What I make I rake from raw ingredients unflawed I score
Like hash and e’s, I concoct break more than the law
I tore so broke the gov through my own way of thinkin
While they blinkin im drinking the nector of society
-Without variety how can us real dawgs strive to be
-More than the expected living life so true, undeniably
Cos my way is off beaten from the stigma of the west
I test the world, it’s like a lady and I slowly caress
I address it, infect it with outlandish ways to detest
Cos fuck this shit that makes all the un-united races messed
Yes I confess I may be bad but fuck It cos im the best……


(Red Wun)
Now if I die from getting shot would ya miss me,
Or would ya stare at my corpse or would u kiss me,
B4 I go unda da ground 4 eva a bout six feet,
I’m askin u some important questions are u listening//
U take some Mathers and Carter and den u grab em and drop em,
In a pan filled wit batter and den u gotta jus watch em,
Til dey start mixin and twistin up in da baddest ass comba,
Nation mixed into David Hunter and den u gotcha a monsta//
Dis nigga gon rise to da top aint no way dat u gon stop em,
If any nigga get in my way don’t matta who dey are I’ma spark em,
Dey callin me sharpie cuz I left a stain on da game like a perminent marka,
And da more dat dis nigga rap den da darker//
Da mark is gonna get nah I’m not jus talkin no shit,
I don’t be sayin shit out my neck da way my drunken father is,
I’m tellin u my future and I’m make some promises,
But u wont believe me till u see it urself like Saint Thomas did//
Niggaz cant knock da hustle cuz round da clock it’s a struggle,
It’s a whole band of different people dat wanna put me in a muzzle,
But I still got alotta of words left dat I have to juggle,
And if anybody get in my way den we gonna have to tussle//