stick~ my ~dick in mother nature ....i wasnt birthed natural-
leave unsubstantial- evidence- of substantial- melevolent-
ass beatings-break beats and leave dj's in plaster paris casts bleeding-

there is only 8 pints of blood in the human body.... thats 24 ounces i spit and spill-
at 100 percent lyric ratio my victom spirits getting blooded and killed-

you selling your soul..... being sold-making you worthless and barely remembered when i dismembered you on a cd that went gold-because you tried to pull my card but playing with me you should fold-

destill- your inner essence like the DEVIL-.....making any level-of script i rip for contract a HELL of a deal-murder you for free tax that ass and send your crew the bill-

fucken with MAKENG KNOW CENTZ-REPENT- till you change your faith-switch place-get displaced-eraced-
on anything i spit-leave you stripped-
of your draws to prove you aint even a trace- of the shit-

get flipped analy, so your fucked-
your rap skill is over exagerated like J-LO wearing a "D" cup-

i was born- to leave you products of gay porn- scorn-
cause you cant fuck with me...you a lower life form-

i will never see defeat-delete-
you adams apple-
secreat your feacies when i grapple- your larenex with both hands-from the same angle your shit lands-

80 bars.... there's proof-im the ABSOLUTE-like vodka but i dont give a fuck like a career prostitute-

nothing cums for free-but you already knew that-
everything has a fee- i have to get paid to rap-

you can choose weather it's your soul your career or what makes you a man-
by the time it ends you'd be broke lyrically and physically haten yourself for turning to one of my fans.

probably tattoo my initial to each of your glands-to make it official any shit you drop is a product of the rawest m.c. from the carribean-

the one who can download punchlines by the milli .milli sec-spit it as fast as a bullet maken me a potential threat-
kinetic with dialect-in every aspect-

of coarse you CHECK my lines i always comen CORRECT-

im sorry if im not as hard on everything i spit to-
drown you-in a hiku-

but i feel im real ill distilled in steel each song a gun of another calibur you still get killed-

why you think i write in led-
IM LIKE A DRIVE BYE- NO LIE-plus if i aim a rhyme at your head- someone will die-

not signing me was a crime-now i lost my mind-and brought a loud nine-to silence a mime-

i should of gt sined now feel the wrath of the latino-run up in the source and let eminem loose on benzino-

i want revengeon the industry so i get on tracks-when they review my verses so they can jack-they get hit by anthrax-