I spit metaphors and similes faster than Hilliary slapping Bill Clinton screaming at him "YOU Bastard how could you cheat on me?!!"/ I know my style is the shit MCs have to spray potpouri on me, verbal tactics so graphic that my raps are rated R, X ,and PG-33/ put mercury in ya vains so u can measure my degree of difficulty, 90% of yall MCs fakes and phonies like breast with silicone be/ boalgna is what they bring cause they can''t afford to have beef with me, the steaks is too high plus I got E-Coli and the Mad Cow disease/ I''m ILL enough to sell ya soul to the devil then take it back from him, when I say I''m ILL its more than just an adjective or acromyn/ its an attitude, a state of mind, I battle u to raise the crime rate, been in my prime state before they recorded date or time/ since 99, I''ve been trying to write ILL rhymes, whats that second grade battling MCs using three word lines/ A few years of expereince I''m to good just to be NINETEEN, eating up these weak candyass rappers like jellybeans/ I''ll take your girl away from u just to leave with ONE HAND, my rhymes outshines yours so much that I gave them a sun tan/ thinking u hot I don''t know where u came up with that conclusion, the friction between ya dick and ya hand is the only heat u producing/
GRIMREEFER will run in ya set, with full clips playin Russian Rulet, most of these MC''s think they perfect yet they can''t come correct/ I''m one of the best, a pain in ya neck chest and ya back, throw u in front of a train cause u told me to keep me on track/ my verbal attack is similar to the bombing in Hiroshima Japan, battling me is like a midget tring to clash with a titan fighting with seeds in his hand/ any MC living after a battle with me is consider a luxury, but I''ll cut off all ya fingers so that u can''t get in touch with me/ luck can be on ya side but u still cant luck out, hit u so hard to ya spirits jumps out ya body and say" DAMN you got knocked the fuck out!!"/ I spit so quick I could beat your ass rockin timbs and baggy jeans, while readin a magazine with ten thousands pounds strapped on back of me/ actually I''m the ILLEST I dare these niggas to laugh at me, Super Lyrical striking ith ya clothes soaked in gasoline....
Chours;
I can battle u on train and still wont let that shit ride, MCs couldn''t be safe even if I had let''em slide/ they must be cars cause I"m KNOWN to verbally beat the brakes off''em/ most of these crew is so sweet it looks like somebody threw cake on''em/ debating if i''m the ILLEST LET IT BE KNOWN I''m the apocalypse, forget rockin it I got boulders fallin on top of shit/ if KNOWLEDGE is the key then u know I gots to be locking it, these MCs aint see''in me with a million pair of binoculars/ Super lyrical individual aint no stoppin this, I think I''m the ILLESt u now tell me your hypotheisis....