...::Adversary::...
~ i'm xplosive-wit-techs, juss smokin-tha-rest..
i'll grab a nigga du-rag off and choke-him-2-death...((cough cough))
rap-ill, im an assasin, collect future dead prezidents 2 stack-bills wit elastics,
its drastic mezures wen i clap wit gats, until blood is spat-and-spills...
spit wit mi pen, holdin-alliance,i compose-wit-excitement, dispite this violence,
and i wont die even wen all 9 planets is in allignement...
mi style is killin cats!, let words roll off mi tounge..
travel wit velocity, and crack ya mutha fuckin ear-drums..
this'll become one mor premier from young kids tha appear-dumb...i fear nun..
but the tables-have-turned, burned stables' , cuz i'm able-2-learn,
returned-unstable-i-yearn 2 label crazy fables as simply words on paper named slurrs..
i gut sick weapons that blast i'll strap leather 2 ya face, and watch how long ya breath'll last...
u gagged wit flamable gas, surpassed ya throats air shafts,
and watch ya lungs collapse and contrast as i fuckin laugh at u wacks...~

...::chorus::...
imagine, deletin all the agony and greef we seek...
imagine, in so much pain u cant even speak...
imagine, stayin in tha fuckin streetz 4 weex...
it dont happen 2 me bcuz i defeat emcees...
X2 bcuz i defeat this grief... {imagine}



...::Adversary::...
~juss invision me writin written schisms imprisoned wit different types of siblings...
inscriptions on walls that mark anotha mans missions...
i'm the definition, of the mind-set adversary,
the pads r ready, 4 combat, i'm mad-but-steady,
u'll get gagged temporarily if its necesary then we definetly gut fags 2 bury...
ur gunna take the cards the playaz delt,
tryin 2 escape? layers and layers of scars cuz sex and labor sells...
its hard wen u strapped wit fuckin conveyer belts...
to raiz hell, i'm sendin clips thru ya jaw, to shatter glass'...
scattered several masses of matter 2 splatter ya ass...
patterns of brass, rather than rolls of quarters 2 batter the staff....
soakin ya matress wit flamable gases, canasters of ashes...
mix it all 2getha and lite it wit lysol, acid and matches,
all while i laugh at u bastids ((ha ha))...~

holla bak!