As the rhyme design
Finds it's way into your mind
I'll recline while you soak up the next line

Lyrical son, loaded gun
Knocking out teeth
You got [bad word] and get some

Static, you gotta have it
You got nothing in the attic
My rhyme is like an Uzi on automatic

Power lord
Voice cuts like a sword
Black [bad word] of the hoard

Crowd roars
As I take my place
 [bad word] dude like scarface

Pose stiff as a lizard
Rides so cool
What is it a blizzard

Live in action blown like a cyclone
Full grown lyrical AI Capone
Spraying rhyme machine gun
Mother's only son with suckers on [bad word] 

Winner going on, Durron is strong
Beat the opposition down
Like a ball in ping pong

Rookie yo, yo, no I'm not that
I was playing the back
And being held back long

I knew it's wrong
Now [bad word] sucker
Ducks like King Kong

I am on a roll
On and on
Blew up on the scene
Like a time bomb

Rhyme psycho
I go on a solo, name's Turbo
Watch my status grow

Bloom, SNAP consume
Fell to his doom, fresh kid
Rockin' with flavor chocolate
Check out how I rock it

Stand alone, alone I stand
Burn like napalm
At the mic stand