Hold ya thoughts, just enough to let my rhymes soak//
I make dimes choke when I display hashish from scraped throats//
Immigrants that escape boats, they take notes to build and destroy//
Filled and employed, harsh realities fill up my mental void//
Essential toys, guns.. ammo, destructive tools that man made//
Then we got a million niggas walking around with all their guns raised//
Fuck ya damn face, some think I'm crazy and not lyrical//
So it's a miracle that I leave your fucking mind an earful//
I know ya fearful, intimidated don't be scared just get ready//
I'ma show ya that just one word can make these boards deadly//
Being flawless, my calmness allows me to battle and kill opponents//
With just one component, versitility, plus I don't claim to own shit//
Though i'm poorer then bums with bombs in 3rd world countries//
I'm always gonna battle fucking clowns that claim I ain't nothing//