Tha Word Scientist, Experimental, My flows Potential/
Credential, Secretive like Confidential, I rhyme iLL Mental/
It aint plain and Simple, My wordplay enters your head/
Up your spinal cord, Through your Temple/
It slows your rate of thought, Distorts Cerebrum patterns/
You couldn't even think straight if your mind was right angled/
I make situations DIM, by leaving LIGHT strangled/
Your eyes feeling choked, At tha slight GLANCE OF ME/
Yea, You can't look me in tha eye, Let alone ANSWER ME/
My SHINE happens to be, Tha blinding light Thats Emitted/
Tha Words Spat are Sticking, On iLL Tracks I'm Ripping/
Like spider webs, Tha trap works, Amazed by tha pattern/
I spit death that hits you, Your dazed while it happen/
Collapse into none Existant Existance with no Resistance/
Persistant to be Insistant, Well Listen while I Spit It/
I Did It like this, Still tha Script is not Incripted/