yo...

vicious as buiscuits, killers w/ angry triggers,
vendeddas in they finger, my flows a bullet w/ owner/
get deep like elephant shells, some souls cant hold up,
i pierce them, like light to dark, my mics tha Ark/
my minds tha art, my pen mends to paint tha picture,
eccentric vista, abstract yet eliquent image/
my words militia, creator, i mother destruction,
releasin wisdom, killin, ignorant obstructions/
follow instructions, model what questions ya skill,
pertainin ta ill u dont flourish, just malnourished/
i feel for u , so i fill u w/ food for thought,
im real u weak, dawg, im nice ur garbage/
excite tha crowds my mic is loud, ignite souls,
my flow dispite tha heat will freeze ya beat of life/
red or blue line ur time is tickin, dont waste,
ur breath, tryin to difuse me im too complex/
confuse u, i sneeze on tracks.......excuse me,
parton my sickness, arsonist, take part in my hitlist/
i paint by #'s, sept my only color is red,
ya head as my canvas, millimeter thoughts i brandish...