B.R.E dont doubt-
we the king of this you just a drag queen in PRINCE pants so you ass out-

ME and BASH bring heat watch the smoke make niggaz pass out -from DROUTE- you couldnt BRAIN STORM a free~style if you spit at a discount-

im the only m.c. on RB to make twice minimum wage-on sick days-

and you right my shits PLAYED- but it's on every whip,music channel,plus airwave-

never be me ...been in this to long-you just hate cause you wack with every intro tighter than your songs-

you aint a dick rider but stay on-transexual thongs-

SEEMINGLY-im ill with metaphors similies and silliquies-my styles foregein to wack m.c.'s- like i wrote em in caligraphy-

damn right-my shits tight-arrogant plite-im trife-so ahead of my time line i battle myself in my previous past life-

stay ready to rumble-when i rock mics-
even if i look humble-i pair punches to double-use the dangerous side of my MIND...off the TOP you HEADED for trouble-
till the voice in your head chokes stutters and mumbles-and wont ever stumble-

when i hustle- a mile in my own shoes so i talk the talk,
walk the walk
kill you so many times even your finger prints traced in chalk-

when punches land-your jaw get ran-jack your motor skillz, then have my STANS-stalk my fans-

stay deranged-now im with my own kind who to blame- the fact is to me this is no game-they call me MAKENG KNOW (cENTZ) cause i aint CHANGE~d-

you fucked up now you got B.R.E and M.K.C-WHAT YOU SAY?
that's STD meets H.I.V- to rip strip and fuck cats 69 ways-when i fire shots i assasinate charters in the same fashion as J.F.K.

i will remain one of the tightest-with the tightes crew that could give police hors lerengietest-rappen over police syrens-spitting flows ripping battles against fire hydrents-