With rap i can ocapella/ with a beretta I'll roc-a-fella/
pushin 6 through your Sean Jean sweata/
the aim is stella/ like Reggie Milla making dollars for the Indiana Pacars/ look// I bronx with a AR 15/ got enough ammo to raise the deceased and kill the living/ the reaper takes lives worse then a Japanese camacazi/ been flashed more times then a fucken paparazzi/ prayed for the jews who were crucified by the nazies/ my poetry/ issues god speed/ I jack up rocks bigger then J Lo's wedding ring/ honestly/ the truth is I wasn't born out a pussy/ the docs ripped me out my mom's belly/
I had a mic in grasp/ waiting to battle Pac, Nas, and Biggy/
call it my destiny/ lived in misery for centuries/ this lyrical prophecy/ has a mob of you screaming Anarchy/ had a brother who died in Philly/ took two shoots from a milli'/ whats the remedy/ my whole block held by a semi/ I write in chemestry/ I know you herd of me/ the man with zero casualties/ most of you aint rap/ you just acting/ I kill acadomy/ award winning/ g's your just silly





its got a flow you must go by
its my style might not fit you