I know you’re asking who’s this guy. It’s Meta 5, so say hi to the kid
The one who’ll ignite your family alive, no one lives!

A soul-reaver, the type to dissect a carcass with meat-cleavers
Sink-deeper in thought, hit the track running like Gayle-deavers
Bails-cheaper, murder’s easy to beat so why not pay-the-cost
Taste-the-sauce, choke on its purity and now that’s another soul-lost
Want proof? Any challenger under the sun is getting-tossed
Loss-of-power, steal the souls of the weak by-the-hour
Fuck-these-cowards, I want beef, serve it and watch it be-devoured
Sweet-and-sour, don’t ever think of asking God to prove-his-power
Say-it-louder and you’ll only get destroyed by example
Hard-to-handle, I serve that hot shit, who wants-a-sample?

I know you’re asking who’s this guy. It’s Meta 5, so say hi to the kid
The one who’ll ignite your family alive, no one lives!


Dukes-of-hazard, I hunt in darkness so don’t lose-your-lantern
I’ll prove-the-phantom lives inside me through an evil-tantrum
Bruised-and-battered, count how many MCs have their jaws-left-shattered
Claws-don’t-matter, hand to hand combat shows that my paws-are-badder
Get nuked-to-Saturn; now show you the mind of a genius-child
I got the meanest-style, check the bars and see how my song-is-wild
Stretched-for-miles, the type to cipher without breathing due to iron-lungs
A slyer-tongue that speaks the language to roast you from raw to well-done
Meta’s-on-the-clock, you know shit just got ugly like the birth-of-clocks
Fuck-the-spot, this is The Hit Parade, We got the whole Earth-on-lock

I know you’re asking who’s this guy. It’s Meta 5, so say hi to the kid
The one who’ll ignite your family alive, no one lives!

I’m a Mic-Bearer, a topical emcee who’s the product of a Dope-Era
There are No-Mirrors, to see death’s approach behind you, causing More-Terror
Fatal-Error, increase your heart rate to the point that your Heart-Explodes
Busted-Flows, prove that you can’t Withstand-the-Blows to your Chest-and-Nose
Your-Fears-Exposed, I Suppose-it-Arose from your chest as it Closed-and-Corrode
Blood-Froze, I Know-the-Code to my DNA that’s got me stuck in Battling-Mode
I’m-Rattling-Foes to the point where I’m-Shattering-Skulls to Soften-the-Blows
I Coffin-the-Crows that compete for the top not knowing that I’m Often-the-Show
You Cocks-are-Too-Slow; a clan of legless turtles in this elite Rabbit-Race
Without-a-Trace, I’ll show you that I’m an atheist the way I Stab-at-Mase



Can I Get Some REAL feedback on this one.....