Check the ****** fatigue that bleeds through
A rotten corpse of course I break the source
**** the stolen mics alright I cash in on my iron sight
Eight hundred yard target split up ya cartilage
Never see me with empty cartridges this is
Porridge for my bullets hot shells leave em swell
All ya thoughts failed sip the holy Grail from
chillin' in the devils garden sparrin' of my skills
Studied Alan Watts master-ology born in the half astrology
Circle my twin is a pisces opposites attract abstract
A physical attack  
So go ahead black the gods is back mack
Truck a track til its flat airring out
Over the airwaves I'm causing mental burnouts stop chasin' clouts
My darts aimming on point like Warren Moon
Unravelled from the space placed tomb
In the womb 9 months curled up as a caccoon
Saw my pathway that could display on Broadway
No biz like show biz see me the wise kid
Catching a glimpse of a spiritual sigh high
As a skyscraper inhale the vapors
Caped crusader I'm sinister as Vader
Check your temperature degrees
You dehydrating lack of oxidation
Drink and breath oxygen to hydrogen
Back again attack the shows like Rin Tin Tin
Living the perdition
Ultimate sin cash ruling between the dueling
White to dark lights clashing sparks from the dopest ink writes
My paper catches delight even darkness frights
Can't deny the skills of perfection far from benight