the real no fake-
go ahead replicate-9 out 0f 8.
ill use every deceased m.c. you imitate-
to remix their deaths' and feature you on the remake.
i was born great...and destined to be number one-
my first battle was me against a million bitches...
guess who won when my moms gave birth to her only son.
i got a passion for this...
a lust to bust only comitted to beat breaks-
catch no feelings....
cause half of you love and the other half love to hate.
i stay dropping bars...see traces of 151 chases when i spit-
you aint dope...
but your fans is crack heads if they feeling your shit.
i use the skillcraft to pen m.c.'s or beat them into submission-
then rip your BARS to fractions like CELL division.
NON CENTZ...my titles 2 words and each plays its position-
cause the space between my name's the closest you come to split decisions.
other then that my battle raps is the shit you cats cant surpass-
my winning record has no..draws....like i exposed my ass.
im fucken with you now but must of raped you in your past-
plus finishing after me is the only way you last.
you cant contend-
you cant even pretend- to stand a chance-
if you looken to die ill tattoo a punchline to a glance.
m.k.c stays mic equipped so the day you say you aint feeling my writ-
i can use it to rape your ass with.
when i say fuck you i mean it literally not lyrically-
leave you beat down and fucked up physically.
but noncentz this is just radio drama not street-
fuck it im the type of hot burns meat when i radiates beafs.
to me rapping aint a game-this aint sponsored by akklaim-
so when i jouste from the mouth its to leave you sleign.
the most retarded on mics cause i leave rappers dumb-
bite rhymes bitch i dont even bite my tongue