both u guys are tight...
but when I step up wack emcees are quick to rush out of sight
my rhymes are intesified brighter than the UV rays of cancerous light
on and off stage i´m like a freedom fighter always ready to fight
knocking kats who step up to me with no intellectual height
i´m like a buffalo soldier, a patriot of what´s right
burning thru artificial rhythms as surely as day follows night
so go ahead bite, take it home, learn and recite
maybe then you´ll be tight, with my stolen lyrical might
on the mic i drop flows so tight i ignite with a saber of light, like a jedi knight
this isnt competition,but anhilation;fake emcees take flights, but fall like broken kites
your styles are tried and tested,but obviously rejected
i took your self esteem and wrecked it
hip hop is my creation, moulded and perfected
don´t you get it?
you not even detected, while my props are collected
MY WORDS
leave you looking up at the skies, drowning in your puddle of lies
YOU CAN´T KILL ME
cause I´ve died returned back to earth,as the reincarnated birth
of a ravenous cannibal eating up fake rappers first
then I- spew out their bones and stick their tongues in a hearse
wrap up their carcarsses before I even finish the verse....go reherse
battling me is like putting yourselves under a curse
by the time i´m done emcees are left bleeding through their shirts...
your hearts burst, your blood squirts, you only grab the mic. and flirt
i go for intercourse and approach from all Angles like Kurt
giving off an odour like reactants in solution
coz your bodies´ decomposing and spreading pollution, with your
low resolution, you can´t compute you left in confusion
so please give me a true battle, you pa**ed the point of losing
you got rapped by a rhythmic maniac with lyrical delusion
-sQaN
