whether a battle or a war i open up closed doors, till u cant see, hear, or speak no more, an arsenal which includes grenades, guns, and mortars, i can fight at long distance and at close quarters, invade borders, the enemie dont even saw us, no need for breakbeat, snare, or fucking chorus, i hunt my prey like a hungry tyranosauros, rap made by me then released back 4 us,

a flow and a beat made 4 the city and the street the sort of shit that make u wanna bounce and tap both feet, defeat the purpose of attending rap meets with lame beats, words like a breeze so hold on to your seat.

gangsta vandettas, a.ks and berettas, shooting clips at bitches and faggot trend settas, triple track selecta, master rhyme conecta, battle any mother fucker invading my sector, wreck ya face and eyes, make them look worse than mine, bye smoking 4 blunts, shotin some rum and sniffing a line.

approach me i can attack when provoked meet me at rapbattles.com youll get smacked, n smoked

DMC - representing GC6