my proper mechanics drops posing combatants
got pros in the lab recomposing they ballads
attempting to hold to their status 
my stone cold verses and bars leave em frozen and stagnant
im havoc incarnate for rappers and artists 
whose habit for sparkin damage has darkened 
with dim simmerin lyricism in the market
using silly syllable kid absorbers as targets
i walk with colossal apostles, that talk to imposters with tonnage 
that leaves em no option
but to flee from the scene after preliminary caution 
through vocal transmission that scares demons and monsters
been seen as a heartless releaser of wordage 
regardless of opinions drawn by those worshipped 
but quick to fail in service, 
i rather be hard to kill, and easy to be thought as worthless
why? simple solution, the “i” and “u” in question is useless
skill quiets each spitter talking obtrusive
as i make words clear but letters illusive
			














 61 years?
  61 years?