My overpowerin' presence invokes a forebodin' essence/
I'm like the oppression-filled God of verbal agression/
In battle sessions I'm like nobility to peasants/
With volatile mobility up there as my core hip hop blessin'/
The message that I'm stressin' with my complex form of expression/
Is that I can leave you guessin' with my mastery of this profession/
I cause skills to diffuse, the ultimate fuckin' fission/
Of ill destruction of an enemy, the ultimate merk transition/
So I urge you to listen, to the sole purpose of my mission/
Is to eliminate herbs in all forms while I lyrically glisten/