my Brain makes it Rain, my free Time makes me Ryme, u all know what I'm Capable Of
tha Text Twister, u Perplexed Mister, unexpectedly tha Fists Whirr so u can Hate Tha Flows Love
Record This, like a parachute tha Cords Rip, so u might as well Abort Bitch
u can fall 2 tha Floor Quick, when yur Gord Hit, yur Tore, Split so just Forfeit
2 Hear This in Lyrics is 2 Fear It, yur drop is a Sheer Miss, I make u Breathe Here Tense
u Know Now, no more Showdown, I'll put u Below Ground, u could say I don't Need Clearence
my Lines Roll Right, Vinyl Tight, I Find Close Fights, then my Mind Go Like, Dynomite
my Next Motion is an Explosion, 2 me yur like tha "peacecorps", yur Behind No Fight
u need 2 Have Luck with yur Rap Rust, and plenty of Back Up, u can't avoid That Rush, cuz my Facts Crush
u all Act Stuck, u can get laid out Flat Fucks, I give keys tha Bad Touch, and wonder where yur Attack Was