It's obvious to see that I ain't in my right mind/
To flow with God-like lyrics when I wirte lines/
My words are heard from the streets to the gutter pipe lines/
Emcees wanna battle me for the chance that they might shine/
These vocab crazed rappers think they've really expanded/
Until the truth hits you square in the face and leave you stranded/
Big words don't mean shit to me/
I just counter act with harder rhymes when it gets to me/
You don't need a fuckin list to see/
That you've been beatin until submission with no wits to plea/
Some say I've grown in a irregular manner/
Cause my name ain't widley known like Jesus or Santa/
I bring plagues murder and other epidemics/
Spew out wars against nations and frown on spiritaul fitness/
The Anit Christ is here spittin a lot of blasphemy/
Controlin minds until they dumb enough to blast for me/