yo i'ma rip tribal up, like ripped pages in a bible dump//
fuck ya scriptures, u now that past, like ya old pictures//
u gots to meditate to escape tha cold black fate//
man u need ta elevate to tha lyricalist gate, and rap at a mad pace//
with me on tha stage winning, its like ur in confinment//
face it, u suck, ur better at mummbling, ur at ur retirment//
u havent met tha requirments, ur carrer is now in fragments//
my spit is like water and electricity, i'ma jus makin a whole lot of humidity//
i'ma b winner over u for an efinity, jus die like trinity on tha matrix//
i'll wrap ur body up in latex, go sit wit ur quir faggets, and then get squasged like a magot//
my words are hitten ur cranium like it was pellits of titanium//
ur'a grain a sand, and i'ma boulder, i flip u over my shoulder wit my punches i pack//
like u was a punching bag, a kicking sack, be layen black and blue//
i'm like a plague, when u catch me, i poke ya eye and u ch0oke and die//
b stupid and sit on my window and get picked off like a fuckin house fly//