the rythm projects around the next sound, reflects a complex, higher dialect sound, the 4 elements, a natural source projected daily thru the sound of catastrophical force, im feelin no remorse, cuz this games a racecourse, makin niggaz parents wanna get a divorce, u feelin the vibe, i know im killin u just by the look in yo eyes, u feelin me right, cuz the shit that i write, and the shit i recite, is like the fire to the gas, nigga it'll ignite, i feel so much compassion, the scope of an assassin, yo belt u betta fasten, cuz the shit that i was blastin, show aint nuttin happenin, there is no competition, no state of transition, my mind is on my ryhme,you will fall into submission, a state of dilation, total annihilation, ur ryhmes is time takin, mad with no intention, its war im declaratin, a man on a mission, stuck in desperation, with just one dedication, to kill u, and ur whole damn crew, yes, to kill you, and ur whole damn crew, im makin statues of u on ur avenue havin !
a barbecue dis is just a preview of what im gonna do to u.......


i know its short but shit....