Split Visions, i split ya head and make incisions
verbally smack you with the back hand leave you on the "road to perdition"
i'm a "minor threat" but you need to be afraid
you aint had a battle yet and still you're rhymes is played, like freshman boys sneakin out on bandcamp panty raids, upset my stomach i need some rolaids, lyrically i'm nappy need to weave my shit in braids
collapse your structure leave it punctured like appendixes that rupture, leaking out my poison into your inner bunker
i'm an earache to you and all you are is a sneeze, weak like farts in the breeze
i'm like "nigga what?" and you like "nigga please?"