To bring it back again slayin dead men/dead from the time u made an entrance/I speak verbal lessons to get the crowd jumpin in every session//
Elections dont mean shit to my cerebral section/i elect myself for best flowa and not to mention/to shatta any niggas in denial as i keep progressin//
Flows so liquidy everyone predicting me to bring da heat/longer then takin over the counter anehistamy's//
As this modern day ill rhyme supplier goes higha and higha into this rap atmosphere//
Doin collabs wit PUN, BIGGIE, n PAC, in heaven cause i believe my rapstyle has got me there//
Hittin multies like crash dummies gettin fast money, Bummy niggas actin funny with they minds grumpy//
Takin the life away from this BAD honnie~bitch had no luck fuck it call her unlucky~its the opposite if ya had a lawyer and ya name was puffy//
Dont like me suck me, im not here to be ya best frend dummy, ya partner in crime or ya next lover you homo bunny//
Cunt individuals being to egotistical, get shot in they face wit verbal slangs burnin hot like mase/now thats funny//
As i burn up da place/dont try to run like u all in a race/Burn ya souls in hell your already to late/Equiliberate rap flows you just met your feebled fate//
Drownin in my mental lake estate//

~~synickle~~ aka str8killa