Verse 1
I'm the one with fatal lyrical attacks//
I spit sick shit as if I were the virus anthrax//
poisinin niggas with the right lyrical tactics//
eliminatin the herbs like killin two birds with one brick//
I make niggas albums flop like they were Vanilla Ice//
cuz I'm as legendary as the book entitled "Men and Mice"//
Domination, so take your ass on a hike//
like Bad Boys "It's da niggas" blazin dis mic//
contemplating, hallucinating everything in your mind//
it's time, for your mutha fuckin ass to unwind//
consinplaters all you need to do is back the fuck up//
disspys me? I will be the one to clap your ass up//
two crows equal one cold hearted nigga//
with a bad temper and wont hesitate to pull the trigga//
seein niggas die due to their fucked up imperfections//
no illustrations with the rhymes that you sit there sketchin//

Hook
Two crows equal one cold hearted nigga//
who has a bad temper and doesnt wait to pull the trigga//
it's gonna be a nightmare if you don't bigga//
bigga in your pride cuz this shit will get ya//
{Repeat}

Verse 2
I irritate niggas like I was a splinter in their ass//
they get on my hit list of niggas who can't reach my class//
it's common sense, not to fuck with me//
fuckin with me is 15 holes into thee//
Yea dat's right Lyrical Arsonist da head of the nation//
leavin gruesome scenes like JFK's assassination//
spittin hot hits, as if I breathe FIRE//
stayin on top until I RETIRE//
try not to cuss but yo I bust, bust, bust//
leavin you dead in the brain like Medusa that's a must//
I sat here writin with a pen not a pencil//
used two different inks just to make this essential//
gettin warmed up, I feel the volts in my viens//
the lyrics on my tongue causin you to go insane//
to spit somethin hot I dont even need 16 lines//
it's time, for me to entitle the phrase, "Respect is mine"//

Hook
Two crows equal one cold hearted nigga//
who has a bad temper and doesnt wait to pull the trigga//
it's gonna be a nightmare if you don't bigga//
bigga in your pride cuz this shit will get ya//
{Repeat}

Verse 3
Now Withersman, don't take shit//
I'd fuck you up as if you were a mutha fuckin clit//
BMX niggas are fearless but love to lose life//
more causualties than the second part of the World Strife//
bleedin for no reason, drippin from the tip of my tongue//
are lyrics of fire, napalm is my saliva you better run//
my vendetta is toward all those who disspied me//
the men who've heard me in audio know my skills are highly//
ill, no need to spill//
all my real shit cuz for that you gonna need skillz//
I'm gonna be here forever my man yes I'm for rella//
to finish this off I'm gonna go accapella//

Beat goes off

chokin the mic, suffocatin this thing in my hand//
man it's too late I bombed the lyrics like what we did to Afgahnistan//
spittin so much it causes your eyes to explode in pain//
I spit fire which is hotter than your so called "Acid Rain"//

yo that was ilness i loved it dawg drop more

^^^^^^oh oh fam illness fosure,,, u showed deese niggas up .......try not to cuss but yo I bust, bust, bust//
leavin you dead in the brain like Medusa that's a must//
I sat here writin with a pen not a pencil//
used two different inks just to make this essential//
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^illness brother keep dis shit up,,,,,, dats ma boy right dare

uppin

That was a tight drop but ...If I had to give you one piece ofa advice it would be to work on your multi's....Make them more creative....Keep elevatin

dis is hott man big upps

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Huh china.

Hot hot shit here withersman..you the man once again

up up up up up up up up up up up up

come on yall uppin my piece stop sleepin on everything.

uppin for ma boy

uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuppin