Yo, I be the witty one next to Pun not Big but his lyrical son reference as the chosen one flash out a gun bullet flow to ya temples
Exposin' ya mental plain and simple I appear like teenage pimples fools slackin' they need bars for rental I cause issues soaked the game with spiritual migraines suckas grow derange can't hang with my terrains
Needle threads cells shatter everything I'm Neo attack like a Leo that's a lion in layman terms burn souls like a perm
Straighten you out like ya flatten still tattin' and taxin'
Suckas who wanna battle on the mic? Kiss ya mom's goodnight I curse worse than hexed rites biggie flashback makin' rappers run back retract and restack cuz they flows lack
The skills cross out the bills entice fine hoes with open toes that's the way fame goes! Stick to what ya know
Lot of ****** wanna go to heaven but scared to die I see the fear in your eyes no saprise you'll have to face my enterprise hidden demons on a verge of rise this ain't a compromise take a puff of thai to dilate my eyes see the sun cries and moon dies once I start ******' between mother nature's thighs
Nine months later a new sun rise
But I be the father Saturn makin' a pattern rhymes ***** as a slattern soon to burn ya ashes into an urn and return
You back to Hell where other lost souls fail to my hellish grail ...boomerang