Locking minds into submission under my lyrical commission
My ambition holdin' the world up without lifting
My hands up hate the corrupt soon to abrupt
I'm hotter than Folders in your cup so fakers know what's up?
I'll leave ya mentality deeply cut gangstra strut
Got more mic skills than the Sammy the Bull got kills gives me much.  thrills
Twenty plus degrees minus the wind chills
Ya crossin' over it's the angel of death
Climbin' over the hills but chill?
It's just Yosef coming to sign ya bill militant drills gives a **** about mass appeal
So step right up take ya turn only to get cremated yo feel the burn...


My styles hotter than pyroclastic ashes from a volcano I be insane'o
A mean'o block ya with a ***** like Nino
Got the dopest flows so dope fiends know
Where to come I beat it critics like drum
Leave em dry like *** crusty pack a rusty
Knife it's blood on it from takin' a life
Lyrically hypothetically who could touch me
If I'm sitting' at the t-o-p like pac pun and biggie like a mirror youll see
A double reflection of self
stare too hard you might see a tech blast from the left
And the right take a hike fools climbing but ain't seeing with their sights
Forbidden with right I break laws with my fullest might
Got more iron than Mike fools fight?
Only loose badly I make Mills in tons like Bradley
Shoot a rhymes that blows like a tank from a Bradley
Artillery style an animal of the wild angelic being so you never see me smile
Frown only so if you owe me pay like you weigh
Or get burned with ya ashes faced in the urn churn....