Yo, my rhymes r mo dangerous then standing in the pathway of a million water buffalos stampeding,
I spit back at yo diss faster then a porche 911 on a German highway speedin,
Got mo sides to my rap styles then a dodecahedron,
Teaching n preaching lessons to emcees like a service in a Cathedral,
You thinking this ripped ya just wait fo the sequel,
Trill plus hip hop equals, a dope emcee with near perfection rhyme quality,
Like black hawk down you don’t wanna face local casualties,
I burn emcees down mo then Jenny Craig members losing calories,
You wack cats couldn’t be down not even if you had down-syndrome,
Like spider-man when there’s an enemy around my senses twitch and tingle,
See my name posted all across countries like back in the day when Adolph invented the Nazi symbol,
Punchlines leave indents across yo face like dimples,
I’m required in this game like a desert needs an oasis,
Easily extinguish the beef by directly attacking enemy bases,
No matter where ya at I’m a stay ahead of ya by a 100 paces,
I stop emcees by creating simple troubling cases,
Like how you gunna run afta me with broken shoe laces,
Or how you gunna write back to this when yo pen’s got no ink-left,
Fuck with me n like The Ring I’ll warn you in 7 days advance when you’ll meet-death.
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I’ll fuck up an emcee fo listening to my shit n not thinking positively,
I’ll fuck up an emcee fo doubting my lyrical ability,
I’ll fuck up an emcee fo listening to my shit but not feeling-me,
I’ll fuck up an emcee fo not revealing-me,
I’ll fuck up an emcee fo thinking that my record deal will neva become reality,
I’ll fuck up an emcee fo listening to my shit and spreading negativity.
I lay the deal down like marble bathroom floor tiles,
My thoughts expand to an area of the river Thames that’s over 200 miles,
So think about what thoughts I’m producing from the 6% of my brain that I’m using,
I’m that cannibalistic being that couldn’t be classified by scientists,
Got mo rhymes in my mind then black n Decker kitchen appliances,
When I drop a verse the effects of it are off the Richter scale limit,
Go to area 51 look at the wall of unidentified fighting emcees n I be in-it,
I got mo power then 2 thousand horses galloping,
Mo power then a stealth bomber traveling,
Ova the area of where we was mean to be battling,
N my verse is like the bomb that should-a been dropped-off,
Like Canibus nothing from my mouth has ever dropped-soft,
I show emcees often, on a regular basis what happens when yo rhymes soften,
I’m hotter then the summer temperature in Libya,
Harsher then the landscape n rugged mountain terrain that remain in Syria,
My rhyme quality superior,
N just like Juice said “you got a question mark I’m the nigga here period”,
Now let me get mo serious, like George bush as on the war against terrorism,
I take the cross off yo chest n stab ya in yo heart cuse that’s my form of exorcism,
I’m like a terrible illness n nun a yaw emcees can be saved by medicine,
Not even if they brought back a genius like Thomas Edison (echo fade)
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