Anybody wanna battle? Anybody?

What? its like that? Yall brothas aint down no more?

Nah? Well I'mma be on here for a while so its whatever....

Record deals is for suckas / make real money
Don't be so gutta / so understand from me

I be lost in dooms day devices
My Mechanical syndromes moved with pliers
My brains pushin through the roof over compliant
No I aint a robot but my conscious is immortalized
As my intelligence hits the airwaves becoming Commercialized
Put it in the press but yall still aint see'n it
the truth is test and yall still aint see'n it

I pulverize planets / with this metal fist
And I shoot guns off / till this barrel quits

Yall brothas aint ready for the proof I squeal
lose the deal wit yall fake rap spoof appeal
You think you doin it big but aint nothing bigger than
A man that gained more genetailia from lying to a fan
Speak the truth if you know it or ball till you foldin
The game of life is an obsession to those who show it
But not the life that you speak out in the open
the life that cannot be
being under the light of the chosen
For the life that cannot be is life that god hasn't chosen
Priceless parts of creation that was never put in motion
We are in illuminati parts and the worlds in a cube
And the position within the parts got us sub-dued
I know this - ask all my cronies if they know me
You only live once because of that god aint one of my homies