Tell me what you think

In the good book it says and "eye for an eye"
Translation: It means its now you're time to die
You don't wanna face me on Az's firing line
Standing stoute holding a fully automatic carbine
Each flow I spit is sick and by God's mandate is defined
Which is why every line is designed prime in my mind
Thoughts are assembled precise in the blink of an eye
Confined then used to slice niggas so cats can sample a piece of the pie
Don't take exception to these weapon derived from the "heat of the night"
And don't worry dawg I'm not the type to fight a dyke
But admit there's wisdom in these words I write
Talking shit on my block might get your ass shot on sight
Blue flame sparks from the pistol so bright
It might just make you blind in one eye
And don't be fooled by the fact that my body is slight
My persona is one to fill niggas with fright
Unlike yours dawg which is all bark and no bite
This type of shit is why they say Prophiit is nice on a mic
Like the good book says "an eye for an eye"