The microphone molester 
Machete undresser 
Stupid, dope fresh type [bad word] resurrecta 
Top gun miramar best of the bester 
The leave and emcee peace-in-rester 
The skill tester, the flex the gunner 
The made funner, adversary [bad word] 
Make summer cold with rhymes I spit 
And kick gift to lifted delinquent wit 
I be the prophet 
My rhyme-top it 
Stop it 
Fly like rocket when I rock it 
Lock it down with this perverse verse 
Every [bad word] curse a burst of hurt 
Move crowds- physical fitness rhymes 
Cokeheads couldn't do my lines 
Decorated like Christmas pines 
My battalion rocks 
Emcees [bad word] silhouettes of chalk 

Reading my eyes will save it in many ways 
Losing my pride will save it in many days 

Hit the dirt because the words that I spit 
Will do more than just rip your shirt 
I [bad word] slap your soul; 
Contact the track control  [bad word] at me and can't hack it through 
So ridiculous 
Watching my crew get sick with this 
Wickedness 
Pitching this 
Lyrical viciousness to crews 
And cliques made of men and mistresses 
This is my life 
The twilight in the fight night 
And trying to nothing but the highlights 
When i write, these eyes on horizons 
Die for my song 
Cry rhymes in krylon 
Fire on 
Move men telekinetically 
Esoterically beat-speaking with clarity 
Feel my verities, heroism of heresy 
And sever every emcee I see with severity 

Why not 
What I can't 
Why not give me what I came to deserve 
Why not give me what I came to believe