...When I speak..I make warmth basically retreat
Breeze takes over tha sky..& dilutes all tha heat
When I speak in this tone..I turn water to chrome
A milk deffinecy..like a lack of calcium in ya bones
...I make em weak when I speak..oceans spread
Kaos'll turn clear blue sea's into deep colors of red
Just by sticking in a wooden staff in from my hand
Make a person that wife just died..start to laugh
Make tha over confiedent assholes suddenly gasp
Think this is Picasso art..instead of a kid who raps
Use mics as a paint brush..make colors with a touch
Feels like someone who gets migranes..a head rush
& its more than just words from a useless mouth
Lowest tones combined with high talent equals clouds
Thats where you can find me spraying my lyrics
Creating energy waves so powerful you can't get near it
Words jump from cloud to cloud..hop about tha O-zone
My words are tha difference between all chromazones
Make you scream like that Culken kid from Home Alone
OD sniffing herion..like Pulp Fiction..you'll foam out
They make mute people..yell..sing..jump & shout
It echos off walls..& hits mass..where it down plays
& soaks in tha volume..& it stores all my sound waves
I spit rock hard..or I could spit smooth as linen
I've only touched upon this..its just tha beginning

..keyed..enjoy..