When music hits you feel no pain,

But understand when I rap you gonna feel it man,

From the south my hurricanes generate in the east,

And blow ya flesh to the west cause you tested the beast,

In the least my flow is detrimental to ya health,

I'll spit a hole up in ya chest peice what the hell,

Say farewell to San Miguel with a shotgun shell

its hard to tell how he played his bell very well,

Pickin cats off like William Tell, I let the best get the rest of me

Put it on the market to sell, burn the stage like the third degree,

unfinished but whatevea


peace,

Flex Irie