silent kaos
I'm the Goddess of destruction/ The deity of physicians that do not follow instruction./
I am Sekhmet, part cobra- part lioness./ Your life force I can compress./ golden shower a rhyme piss you off and leave it a mess./
Push you over the edge and getchu blind- can't see a damned thing./ Hitchu in the nuts 'n listen to you sing./
I can't help but laugh at the lines you bring./ What do you do, eat a dictionary for super each night?/ You got paper cuts clearly visiable in this light/ Clear up 'n down yer tongue no wonder you stutter./

NONCENTZ
name the culprit-battle? before i talk make them for~fit-couldnt spit DOPE LINES if he stepped on it before he sold it-
i dont sell cd's- i sell 1st degree murder to a fake m.c.-for copywrite infringing me- i plant the seed-and watch my clones appeal to me like they were product of an insestous family tree-
im non descriminent-but incriminent-with the intent-to prove you wanna be me so bad you carbon copyt my birth certificate-
herbs that herd im ill with the verb but i aint fag-and hope my styles heredetary and try a dick ride my dad-
you dont pop tags- you pop hermaphrodites-that dress in drag-
on the rag- and claim to be real men on mics-
that aint right so im a beat you till nothings left-and catch a charge for steeling on you to be convicted for grand theft-
with no cross you get bless- i leave m.c.'s kriss krossed so when they try and shit on me they get left a mess-\
here the name noncentz-
cause it makes none-that i can outdo your everypunch in one-
you picked the wrong kid to dickryde-i leave you uncircumsized-translation ashamed and fucking your own insides-
im in the zone-to rip script and split words on microphone-
you broke your ghostwritters a bumb and you lines are rent to own-so you cant even afford to lose-but already have or will.. i let rappers pick and choose.
colliding with me you need a seat belt with titnaium buckle-cause i resite punchrhymes so hard just to write themm i have to pop my knuckles.
MY STYLE OF RHYMIN-pack the kind of pressure that could pop mother natures hymen-bullhor a police syren-and knock the planet off it's alignment-
leave the world forming-conforming-the twin tower of rap when i fall off the whole world be mournen-call police enforcement -for my murderous endorcement-not one is tellein me-i murder the word murder and made it a felony-