"THE MOST EFFECTIVE WEAPON AND THE MOST POWERFUL MACHINE IS THE HUMAN BRAIN"

MIC CHECK! MIC CHECK!...

Let me give credit, where the credit is due/
I’m the nicest Guru blessin the booth, since 92/
When pioneers spit views, and premier finessed the 1’s and 2’s/
Its like clockwork when I execute, revered for takin hip hop back to its roots/
Still makin hands touch the roof, cause I rock mics like pendulums to the premium/
Raisin decibel levels like helium, and lyrics I’m dealin em to pump ya full of delirium/
I’m one in a million cause I’m the type of villain that enjoys body heat, pyromaniac/
Cause I ignite the beats to smithereens when I spit kerosene to cats/
No need for a team I stand alone shroudin the soul with just the draw/
Frivolous with the jaw, but still I char the heart of a God when rage is involved/
So take a moment to pause and know life is hard/
Emotional scars stains like shit marks on the white of ya draws/
When the mic palms the claws/
I get more nuts than blacks asses behind prison bars/
But those up to par who wish to spar with these SIXTEEN bars /
Will get their head ripped clean off without just cause so its yo call/
And I don’t stall in stalemates, my sanity pitfalls, and what remains/
Is the mind of a man in a state of Norman Bates mentally goin awol when thoughts collaborate/
The Brain cells split and coagulate, like spitballs Ima spit to rip and penetrate//
Ya earlobe and resonate if you don’t hear straight and if this is the case/
Put the stethoscope to the mixtape or put it to ya chest plate/
Cause if you don’t feel the beat pulsate you must not have a heart rate/