brace for the impact-my raps hit like pick ax//
hard enuff to crack your ice, step up & be the sacrifice//
-or walk away now, and i'll buy you the classifieds//
cuz if rap was your job-then your officially unemployed//
my raps attack like angry mobs and wordz destroy//
avoid me at all costs--- or end up autopsied//
cause of death was constipation not droppin shit properly//
paragraghs tear-in-half your whole staff theres no stoppin me//
you could hit me 30 times wit 30 worthy rimes & still face elimination like it was tourney time
your rimes wouldn't shine if you wrote'em wit glitter pens//
cuz its not just the "benjamins" , its the pure adrenaline//
the typa shit to keep emcee simpletons tremblin//
i criple men who test the bottled rage when i drop the flave
evacuate at rapid rates or feel shockwaves for days//
after my pen hit the paper and dedinate this fuckin page!//