I'm an emcee, not a singer, so lemme kick it//
Like Tribe in '93 back when rap was some sick shit//
So now lemme take back the thrown// Though I don't know where to go//
Like an alchoholic prophet that needed Jesus's blood so he sold his soul//
God created his children in his own image//
So respect the entire world because even demons are dicsiples if you think...shit//
I'm the poster child for mercin... all emcee's like scared birds//
Cuz my garden is empty, nigga, fuck herbs//
Test me, lets see how far you haters get, son//
I'm Ebircs, SPuL™, 9th, Speats, and Apexx rolled in one//
Kick shit like futball, and I ain't talkin bout no Falcons//
I'm talkin about lyricly vandalising all MC's who call themselves the rapping Malcolm//
I can merc you on the net and the Feds won't be able to find your body//
I drop bombs worse than Republicans who are obsessing over the illuminaty//
Quicker than skipped stones over the Grand Canyon thrown by a grown man and//
Jizz on you MC's like a cocker spaniel on Viagra.
[sample=Czar Bishop]King King Sing Sing for aspiring emcees//
Please Mr. Bishop before youngins resort to moving trees.[/sample]
[sample=Czar Bishop]King King Sing Sing as the Free-sty-al King//
For thou needs to spit madness and kill sucker emcees.[/sample]