......aiiyo.......

I'm on the mic nonchalanty
and still cause a ruckas
they rap like a wanna be me
and I still can't be fucked with
tediously stuck with
cats who wanna spar w/ intellect
but simple minds is hard to reach
even with slugs and teks
whos mug is next........
on a long list of imposters
hear a verse, rearrange a verse
act like its yours when its not yours
fuck it, call me Oscar......
cause I'm grouchy throwin' an uppercut
and a battle ain't shit without me
and with me, cats is gettin' straight fucked up
your lucks up........
I see criticism in the form of jealousy
I don't give a fuck relish me
through negative thoughts and grammar
but hold your gunz high and back your words
with a rhyme caliber thats got half my stamina
one bar will bandage ya
round ya cap and leave you faceless
three bars put you outta commission
disfigurements in four or more places
a replacement would be a waste of flesh
and either my tounge is numb
or your flava is tastless (I think the ladder)
keep your mouth shut and don't say shit
cause your best off quiet
I conjure rhyme riots upon the mindless bias
so drop the sling shots you'll need to claps shots
between the eyelids of this rap Goliath.......

..........think about gettin' brave........don't try it....

.........aiiyo..........

you wanna fuck with this get stuck with a ruptured disc
worst diss from a wordsmith set back off a couple hits
the hydro, got me lifted like hi-lo
murder vengence always on my mind yo
torturin' you, movin' time slow
in succession punishment leave you done with
your heart racin' like the Indy 500
fight with what you come with
son duke.......I know you ain't fa' real with that
battle raps lookin like some shattered glass
broke the fuck up, sorta like I did your back
yo.....kid.......your whack.........
your rotations as smooth as stop signs
in the confines of this con's mind
Columbine rhymes commit crimes with a cocked nine
so pose for the chalk lines...........
explicit emcee with a habit to stick
knives, through your wrists
keep movin' through like a fleet of battleships
I'm a ravenous.......
word cultivator, term terminator
if the mic was a weapon, a straight flesh penatrator
rhyme caper........
the feeble, targeted by my stalkin' task
while I walk with an axe
in my hand, disguised by the tan stockin' cap...........