Free’n is the key-in, from relieve-in, my demons//
Freeze my stress, I grind harder then Watts Riots at best//
I flip complexity at worst; I dissolve any thang you spit in a verse,
I don’t even gotta curse, ta leave you in need of a nurse//
I be the first to disperse, free rides in a hearse, snatchin a purse,
Like a antidote in a deadly search//
Satisfy ya thirst if you in need of a creative burst, far from the worst//
I leave you far from home, far from gone//
I’m dead-in in the head-in mo then Plots from “Seven”,
I spit underground campin like Devon//

Dreaded sedative, Unintelligable plea-cry,
Let niggas get drained and balcony drip-dry//
Sicker then Axe murderin after marathon curbin//
Teeth shatterer, battle rap beef pleasur’a (pleasure’er)
Hold hammers ta get at ya, relief measuring in grams //
Holdin record distributers hostage ta stop you frum plat status,
I spit acid tipped slugs thru ya breathin apparatus//
Fuck wit tha baddest savage, at best in comparison you average//
A bling rerun clapped out & stomped quick,
You got enough perpin ta make the fakest nigga sick//
I get keyed before weed, you get chalked before we talk//
So the only way I’m getting at you verbally will be a eulogy//

Utilize any vantage point, redirect hollows at joints,
Precision incision, anatomical battle minded,
Leavin niggas assed out an blinded//
Get at yuh face closer then Gillette,
You can bet I flip on a dime, fo less then glance,
You get caught up like a trance; Jack,
Yo unda shirt colored 2 match yo Bulls throwback//
If you throw ya life away today, No one can say//
What tommorow would have been,
But if I had been//
There the outcome would be the same,
Act out Gusto when niggas get lame//
a genius, and a don, One in the same,
if you get mouthy, you get one in the brain//
Entertain a kitty-cat,
Tryin ta milk my pockets less-fat, Fuck-that//
You get a BK broiler date, a one of a kind,
Drive thru, then drive you, drop you off type tip//
Not a take home ta mommie type grip,
A blow me before lunch and at the office type shit//
A don’t forget yuh purse after you spit my nut in the dirt//
I make quick work, of anybody needein ta get merc’d
I get at a bitches clitoris till they neck jerk//
Overwork the vaginal zones,
Take instruction from moans//
Not a priest, but I’ll have you screamin holies and Oh God’s under-sheets//
Underneath yuh-fleece, squeezing nipples you squintin like you Nipponese//
And I’ma Okyuh Oh No, make you moan Ho,
Love dummer play Pro-bonno,
Touch you in the na- nay and no-no//
Scream oh oh, slip my ding dong in yuh yo-yo//
Switch-hit bitches flip tongues & mattresses,
“You could be a Actress” lines practiced//
Picture perfect, painting hoes white, in red lights or the moon light//
With the light off, they all get off, my beeper’s goin off
I gotta go home Ho get off//