Check the mics I amped up cramp emcees like ******* monthly
Excuse me ma I dont mean to be gritty but check my southpaw  
Raw cuts the cleanest who could intervene this cold crisp
Beers lips tasting this more modello the more the sicker the flow
Fiasco I smoke out shows blows
Harder than John wicks pistol feel the loves of heaven below
Arch angel Michael on a suicidal mission killing all the wishing
Thinking slow blinking so I can stop.the sinking suckas weapin'
Cry me a stormy weather too.much money to endeavour however
Clever as the beave make unbelievers believe recieve
A raw mental lyrical injections it's like a third day resurrection steppin'
No stephen fetchin' heaters I throw so it's hard for ya to catch in
On a brothers that strong I'm long gone seasoned reefa bongs
Tug slow yo I gotta **** these instrumental no satirical  
Lost member of the biblical radical disciples pack 30 rifles
Got the heart of Hendrix I flips tricks no magic suckas become tragic
zipped in plastic poetry bands elastic making easy classic
Sinatra got cha mice galaxies opera see the darts shocking ya
Ultimate winner bonded sinner make **** deader than a winter
Summer heat from the lyrics that greet ya cant compete obsolete
One man fleet check I do this on a daily champagne rollie goldie and a touch of Irish creme bailey








Can ya feel me de la soul on the Greek scholar scrolls yo
Its philosophical industry miracle breaking scales pass pinnacle
At the top of the joint watch the sharpest tip began to point
Annoint all heads thoughts arrowhead spear hear me clear
Like conscious wiping out nonsense I'm calm but smooth tense
Wait how can he say that **** within the same sentence pinch
See the demons leeched on the nerves fence that I sense
6th got the flinch eyes wide broke the slowly bribed jived
Looking for the smoking like the cannabis that get a toting
I'm locin from the tones of a baritone hip hop clones
Chaperone of death so ya fake killers hold ya breath move left
Once the bullets fly pass right by you
So I gotta do what I gotta do
Return the past vengeful cycle
Trust I only in my self my health my wealth my poise my boys
My girls keep em hyped with my noise one way choice
Its the narrow broad way destructions rushing concussion
See heads get the dusting
Tryna break love within but sins is the ultimate perdition
Revelation rendition sings a beautiful lullaby doves cry
Once prince put the slave in his beard see the tears
I caught from the universe washed it upon my sins cleanse
My souls duality battle consciousness til a fatality
Friendship to the dimension of the ruly truly hate sungs of the unruly
Jackie wilson **** my styles jam son sipping Jameson
With a touch of coke a cola brace the black pistola ring Motorolaz still doing donuts in the Corolla