i'm loosin battles due to drug testin, i'm dope hence disqualified/
beat a rapper so bad till a point he is unidentified/the hip hop proofreader,when i'm on the mic errors get rectified/
My skills are stable with nature,i skip the black soldiers and brick knock-out the whites and the majors/my tounge serves the whole world like a dynamic diner might, and let u blow up with the use of dynamite/
i don't giv a vack,its the evil within in me,I get tight like figure belt,the abstract smith that makes ur word melt/
ur crew be like a rare skin disease cause frost it bites/ no diss to that cat Deacon, i'm just showin rappers that with mics i'm the king pin/
get explicit with the skill,when i meet rappers on the street thats wher they're endz be/
rappers can't touch me,i slam with hammers and ekkses when i resort to violence/u'll get embara**ed while ur crew members witness in silence
name play
