Lyrics n weapons when spirits be steppin i got explosive words,
Your in for it, steppin to me and get ya mothafuckin dosage-served,
My mic is my sword and my lyrics my bible, hear-it-n-rivel,
I got betta instincts then a Spirits-Survival,
Try usin.. Something new I leave you lumped-n-bruised,
Another cut for every fucking assumption-used,
Coc-n-rap, I'm hopin-that my potent-rap is pumpin open-caps,
Your smokin-crack n ya wackness makes me wanna give u a broken-back,
Its like I'm God automatically im turnin-ya-wack,
Now u a good nigga earnin-ya-crack RE learnin-ta-rap,
My spittins-able to make u choke like bein strangled witta-rope u
unable to cope im hopin u dont babble-n-croak when u battle-the-
dope,
Leave u flatta then Hope crushed by my street justice,
I gotta lotta skill when i plot ta kill so aint no way u can touch-this,
Getta betta style or get raped by a pedaphile,
Like I said I'm God and I'll be Dead-a-While,
Then commit to ressurection I'ts the best-protection,
I set off an aray of vibes that press-ya-neck-in,
Not a "fiend" of violence but ill "CRACK" all of you stupid-gays,
Dirty chumps wit lumps n bumps now I'm sick of ya putrid-ways,
My spit-flows like blood from a ripped-nose when my Fluids-Spray,
You think your "ILL" I think you have-a-'disease',
You neva had stamina and now im stabbin-ya-knee's,
This is My pay back from when u laughed-n-you-teased,
I can fuckin out Rap-u-wit-ease so now get bitch slapped-n-say-cheese,