Wielded Rage, Striaght out ta' cage ima lyrical mage
Spittin spells, till I hear the bellz, Oops its ovea'
I just won you'll range rove'a,took it in the fight
the rhymes I spit must be tight, Make lyries take flight
like ben-jies kite,when my words flex I show Gods grace and might.
I dont claim to be a preach'ca, but ma words jump off ta' page an reach'ca
ya had'ta take the test but I was above the rest
So its time for you to take my rhyme and flee from the nest
when I start spittin' youre in my domain
Its like setting foot in a traffic'e lane, the mack truck's on its way
you better get to steppin and dont delay!~