WOWO u wanna come hard
he it goes kid
through my keystyled wisdom,i can defeat you easily/
by my wordplay and diction,this battles labeled unevenly/
Flawless im tha Immortal God of Olympus,DUST will shorten every sentence/ you construct cause i give limits to speak like a murder trial defendent/ u couldnt be praised with repentence/ ya soul replinished and baptised/ my words terrorize ya a** before you were chastized u couldnt capitalize if i went first and presented my worst verse
even if i gave you my own words and a month to practice and rehearse/ i keep my lyricals casual when testin non competitors/
before this battle ya health was normal now ya hearbeat´s irregular/ your so femine you couldnt strike fear in senior citizens
ya content is on the level of a retarded militant simpleton/
f***in wit Dust will leave this Fools Gold emcee tarnished/
with the blood dripped carnage after hung by a helicopter harness/
usually within my keystyle recitals,i take heart conditions vital til suicidal,
and rip real audio vinyls on emcees who like to be named after disastrous titles
from my originality, i dissect emcees cranial cavities, hold you over a balcany/ with lotioned hands, so i claim an accident when they trial me/
with the capacity,i spit metaphors that will lift ya body with out the force of gravity,and u couldnt BEAT me,if i stood bondaged,and u received 7 counts of a**ault and battery
infact,im so ill mental,i can each one in ya calvary my own analogies,and tell them all to battle me, so i can castrate all their heads and record the worst case of genocide to one family/ i spill out rhymes that combine within nano seconds,that hit ya mid section wit Tekken combo connections before u have a chance to draw ya weapon
only when i battle you,it´s seems like i show perfection,
but it´s not ya fault,that ya genetic traits placed you with a birth defection
im pretty sure your young,so there´s probably room for correction
cause after this battle,it will be obvious that you chose the wrong profession
how the hell can you defeat me, when ya mic has no chord injection?
matter of fact how can u beat me if im an Immortal and ya immediate death is destined?
it aint optional,i still drop a flow on ya commical,error postin illogical rhymes against this phylisophical*mechanics lyrics abominal with the force to rip ya abdominal,
structure and feed ya ribs to starvin families in Kosovo
i see ya nervousness,consist to be out of service like Previs (Ellison) is,i only display these battles rhymes,so u have no choice but to worship this*Golden Child? worthlessness,witout a Karrot to ya alias,this verse´s contageousnous will have u runnin around claimin you inherited my craziness
enable me to flip scripts even with the title of a Tenchu ninja,this style bender twist ya mentals like twizzlers to ya craniums injured
once independent,now my servant indentured,the supremacy of me is a painful memory you´ll always remember!!!!!!!
