First grip on mic’s twist off torso’s like bottle caps’n launch hollows full throttle at to provide a provin model that ~ precision is key and it’s likely I’ll take ya life tonight see you don’t really wanna fight me, cause weather I prewrite these... or drop off top on site it might me ya last sight seen ~ my inner light beams bright with tight schemes after I light green, fight mean when I splice streams that electrify crowds like lightning ~ heightenin to the point of exciting inviting any body ta challenge my enticing talents, swing swords like knights with valence, fling verbs smooth sailin… no bailin herbs get tossed in coffins and we pound the last nail in ~ masked assailants ready ta rain on niggas like hail’n take reign prevailin ~ we be coolin ta pac spinnin tails’n “tradin war stories”…. Half’m u can’t hear cause even tho the battles won… cause we still in the war-homies-be getting shenked’n crushed, m’tha type ta walk the streets with weight while mosta u ain’t gangsta w/o the “keys to touch” ~what~ my blade speed thru cut to deep to bandage up ~ defense useless ~ ya’ll can’t prevent the moves kids… on some juiced… shit I’ll slit ya loose scripts till the noose grips’n leave ya pushin out tulips befo ya two blue lips fall’n kiss my new kicks ~ fools spit on topics like they bling and new whips, get ya rolly snatched, ride jacked, and rib cracked jus cause I needa know what time it is, a ride to the bus station’n a toothpick….hahaaaa