cant always rap, what kinda coward style is that, your a sleepin mc i was sent to wake you from your nap, and my lyrical lashes with make mind snap, havin visions of homicidal mishaps, in investing all your thoughts and inner most dreams, with the intent that you will never face another mc. so now thats all you can see, your failure is a misery, but my lyrics wont bleed im to cold for your soul to leave. do your best to impress, but you'll fail like all the rest, when your slayed in the final lyrical contest. you dont see im better than all the rest, witnessed my rep bein tested and no crew ever second guessed it. thats how i do it, no second chances to change, breakin down every strain of hip hop rein u ever even claimed, i wont leave anythin left to see, punchin every life line out, till your whole scripture book is burnt and u tryin to put it out! wake up, and smell the aroma therapy, stung in the lungs with my tounge like a killer bee, your a played up mc, crazy to believe, that you were comPREHENDING your skills would be able to defeat me! its apparent that my deepest thoughts are never-ending, composing the right to rule all battles as the TOP FUCKEN MC. your a coward, a playa without the steaz, eat ur peas u pussy while you and your crew hide in the trees like the damn vietnamese. How did you ever come to think, that you were on the brink of becoming a link, in the hip-hop rink, your bound to sink, like a rock your goin down to the deep, of destruction, my lyrical construction is too structured to crack, like the CIA database, your a fool to ever wannawitnese that.