It''s the vocab that makes em crazy - Third Eye Optics all hazy even i amaze me when I-I Spittt for weeks - mc -wit a massive
reach - aim wit a Green Scope(mouthwash) to blow the enamel off of ya teeth -I''d Ducktape Black Rob so tight Puffy be like "Whoa"-Fuck little Kim in the ass - and at the end.. I BE like "Hoe"- I trample mc''s - With ease
-My Flows always shine like the motors - inside of Grimreefers- Explosive mind - as a matter of fact - I can hear my brain tickin - Confusin niggas wit Lines-
like how I can tame chickens -...........................
ya''ll niggaz just kittens-while I stick my head inside of Lions - mouth compatable to my hand - So I spitt and throw heat like Nolan Ryan - U Wanna get wet - Cause I know Thuggs wit Tecs - who if they dont like ya rapp -
They want kill u they just shoot threw ya neck..........

One More Befo I jeT
Sorry about the CAPS

AYO YO YO WHEN I SPIT,.. MANY COME/
WHEN I DRAW MY GUNZ ...MANY RUN/
I BATTLE ANYONE I BURY ANYONE.....
....IM THE NASTIEST THUG TO GO
AGAINST THE ROUGHEST OF THE TOUGHEST/
I RISE ABOVE THIS/ IM THE WORST IT GETS/
FUCK THIS/
IM LYRICALLY INCLINED TO COLLAPSE YOUR SPINE
NOT WIT''A TEC 9 BUT WIT'' A RAP OF MINE..IF U
AFTA'' MINE/
I GRAB MY GUNZ AND START CLAPPIN/ATTACKIN/
YOU AINT RAPPIN'' U YAPPIN''
WHATCHU LACKIN''IM COUNTER-ACTIN''
U WONT KNOW WHAT HAPPEN
WHEN I START SLAPPIN''BECAUSE WHAT IM PACKIN U
AINT''RACKIN''BUT JUST TRACKIN''.....
DRUG MONEY PAYS/I''LL RE-ARRANGE YOUR FACE
IM THUGGED OUT AND HELL RAISED STRAIGHT OUTTA
MY GRAVE U WONT BE SAVED BUT BLAZED
I JUST CLOSED YOUR CASE......

Fuck it so much shit on my mind
One More Lyrikal Shanking


I''''ll splatter the back of your brain, so nobody minded//
I hid ill metaphors in that line, now try to find it//
You want to Ketch-up, leave you red(read) and 57 lines behind it//
Why 57?, check your bottle of Heinz kid//
Unwinded, spools of twine, to hang from a high twig//
But it snapped, and I only shattered my spine, Big//
Tops and circuses, asked for my services//
So i serviced this one fat bitch with a refurbish kit//
Referbush kit??, her cunt needed renovation//
It was nice of me to help, cuz I rented, wasn''''t stayin//
I aint have no reservation///
However I stay slayin'''' MC''''s like dragons//
Or faggots, both of them flame, neither one matters//
But my gray matters advanced, to the point of acrobatics//
Flippin'''' so many styles, my mind is doin'''' backflips//
The fact is, my telepathic actions//
Have me defeatin'''' in advance your wack bids//
to take away my status//
Not worried about status, cause my levels located in the
Stratus-Fear me now like my names'''' Maximus//
Like Gladiator maximums'''' defeatin'''' you in calculus//
If I was a calculator and you were an Abbacus//
Made at Us, I or Me, not even certain//
Defeated verses, without even cursin''''//
Will Smith would be proud, until I started reversin''''//
The back of his wife in positions of perversion//
And started screamin "FUCK YEAH, THIS IS HOW YOU WORK IT"

Fucking Bitches

Shit cant drop more than one thread then i'll rip up a nasty thread
Gettin Sick With The mic


YO YO ONCE I GRAB THE MIC AND PALM THAT/
IM DEFINATELY READY FOR SOME COMBAT/
HYDRO AND ANS SOME ACID YOU KNOW IM ALWAYS ON THAT/
I RUN WIT'' A SHORT FUSE AND I REFUSE TO LOOSE
CUZ I''VE PAID MY DUES AND AS FAR I AS I GO, I MAKE
MY OWN RULES/
IM A TERRORIST ON A QUEST/ TAPING PIPE BOMBS ON
HEADS / M-80''S ON CHESTS AND DYNAMITES UNDERBEDS/
AINT NO ONE GIVE A FUCK ABOUT ME/
BUT ME, MYSELF, AND I,/ THATS WHY / I GOT NO
CHOICE BUT TO FLAME U WIT'' CYANIDE ....
IM SICK OF IT/ MOTHAFUCKAZ PUSH ME TO THE LIMIT/
BUT WHEN I LET THE DEVIL OUT, IN A MINUTE
ALL OF U ARE FUCKIN FINISHED......

Whack...elevate dummy

Bash You SUck
Elevate Huh
Ok Nas

Did you even read these
Bash

ALl of these were sick as fuck son
ANd these peeps say there wack
Huh???