Yo,
It's time to test luck, no guns buck,
Just pure rhymes that bust spines like them Mac Trucks.
Blowin up like pussy bladder, What's the matter?
You get touched then your body shatters into blood splatter.
Rhymes deciphered to bust logical,
Defeating me is like Mission Immposible,
Even Tom Cruise never met this mental obstacle,
Speakin more rhymes than priests preach the gospels.
Buddha Monk the only real rhyme apostle...
Aimin at niggaz claimin they own the same land,
One hand cluthces the head from last man,
Other hand holds the mic that I command.
More rhymes than earths grains of sand to leave all them snakes damned.
When my mics bustin, niggaz who frontin feelin somethin,
I leave concussions from the rhyme production,
Hit you again on repreccusions to leave your blood rushin.
Niggaz just ain't learnin nothin, so take your last breathe.
I speak your death in pretense to make sure it make sense.
Leave dents in the mind to build more suspence.
Your two cents silenced like your under arrest,
Your so called best MC's couldn't contest.
You actin like you blessed sounded just like all the rest.
Do you know what I mean yo?
My rhyme flows phat like hydro Kilos.
You'd do better playin keno sippin Eno durin El Nino.
hahaha
Hold up. I find it funny when peepin dummies.
Claimin they real but only in it for the money.
I'm in it cause I'm hungry, I want it big like super size.
They watchin wit they two eyes, actin like there's no lies,
They don't understand I see they third eye is blind.
Rolling in the wrong directions, not askin questions,
Most these MC's ain't even worth a mention.
Most these phony rappers, are only actors,
I keep the real stature wit rhymes to blow you backwards.
Top rate that bust and don't hesitate,
I got cream to make wit no time to wait.
The next date, It's you and me in front of hells gate,
I annialate foes wit devestating flows,
Body breakin blows that show you don't deserve dough.
When I take you to the killing fields what will you wield?
A gat? A tek? I'll use your soul as a shield.
What the deal?! You keep it real?
I get you high then send you "Meals On Wheels",
Wit your fate sealed I introduce doom,
You open your food bag, read my note and go "BOOM!"
Explosion so big, Martians saw it from their moon.
Got other galaxy niggaz shook within caccoons.
You could bring it strong wit your defensive blitz,
But like Terrel Davis, I play and lay out hits.
Have your whole crew admit that they scared as shit.
First you standing in my path... Then you blown to bits!

(Heads)
HOLY SHIT!
Alright ok, Class dismissed.