My missions is to give the game a lynching
Putting suckas on the bench and sounds of ammunition
Laid by the lyrical commission commensin'
Raw injection no protection or recollection
Ya soul is deaden welcome to Armageddon
So much heat you'll begin sweating
Leave you unforgiven stole from the garden of Eden
That's where I met my match can ya catch
This pitch I'm throwing rap flows owning
All these wack rappers fools better off as clappers
Audience witness this beautiful Bliss
As ya get bullets hit leave ya melon split
No **** we never sell out to the corporates
No matter how hard it gets watch for the snakes
Lurkin' in the pits but I got much venom too spit
Lyrical fatality it's a flawless victory
Tryna battle me I'm Nat Turner with the burner
Revolutionary always see the cemetery early
But surely I'm hear to rehold the fantasy
That clutches in secrecy **** what the speaking G

Once the pressure goes high widen ya third eye
No telling what ya instincts will.make ya do
I turn into Sun Tzu battle ground mentality
Soldier set up to suit organize my troops
Much ammo to shoot extractin' enemies loot
Give ya the boot I'm ****** student stay prudent
To the lames of the game my soul tamed
Once I see Bob Marley light a flame
**** overdose til I see a ghost **** near close
Leaning on the edge of death til my last breath
Feelin' chef cookin' up rhymes in the back of my mind
My grind shines make sight out the blind
Cuz these rhymes divine through a design
Define perfection from a beat selection
Minus aggression but I stay testing
Mics checking
Silent feels like a blessing no stressing
While y'all stay guessin' I'll make way with
The smiff and wesson helps stay from deaths interventions