acrobatic gorrilas spittin and flippin over guerilla war//
lyricism assault rifles slicin through hearts becoming lodged in the core//
lethal stealthy tactics hidin under fallen trees hittin enemies with fatality//
exercisin free will through bloodshed no nigga is clappin me//
enbeleiveable unacheivable status general ranked in combat//
murdering brutally maliciously killing more emcees a year then a gat//
hardcore reality brain tingling splattering death//
blood smeared on the face of the fearless the blood of fallen vets//
timeless battle stories of complex lyrical bars//
un hearable roars from the peircing battle verses of uncoherable stars//
rotating acl discs with disses turning corps into corpses//
rapping with the speed of 100 trained thurobred horses//
hanging from tree limbs staring down with tainted eyes//
unwavering trust in your skill speaking of horible deaths reaquanted with cries//
soldiers live real thugs live wannabes often die//
rap battles that make you wish for only a day you could recooperate in the streets of bedford stuy//
focusing your will to live in rapping the survival of gems, protected like pearls//
respect and bragging rights is the reward for living in other words the gaining the world//
whatchuthink? im just testing things out seeing what i can do, 1luv.