i father your rhymes,and hyms-my name chimes to minds-
lyrical ancestor-beat the lessons out your young flow like a child neglector-
it's been a long~ time~ cuming .... now that i have-im zipping up the insudtry treat it like trailor park trash-" hit it ,and pass"-
see the whole world fear us,..... street's just~us(justice) ,clash with the miss classed-
when i bust thus,... leaven you a fragment throwing stones with a jaw made of pain glass-held togeather by plain molass-
colliding with me... words take form and conform to the effects of a car crash-
we dont match up physically apperencly......we just clash-not in just what is adopted by earlobes-from mic tone to baratones and mano~tones-
you got giving head to an artist you dickrodes microphone-
i pack FULL HOUCE,ask your spouce i pack a full mouth- never see me fold-spit flames with a cold- watch me give bold sun tans and frost bites with arttic molds- to eskimos-
at a HOUCE PARTY battle.... dAWG watch WHAT YOU SAY-i show the lighter side of you being gay-like before break up photos of kriss kross and KID AND PLAY-
get the fuck off me!!!! this world infected by industry pussies thats whack on wax-so i came with a crew to train you all on the same track-to,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
take this dick !!!! with the bust motion-of a thrust locomotion-
with NOS.....depos- while im ripping flames on the industry like the next holocaust-
im here to stay so beware- your raps trailor home version on microphone got a chance.... and going no where-