Da Quan Kata kickin it free orthadox and begins to inginite a psyche spark,
dat glows in da dark, invoking confusion like an illusion seeping through
yo membrane like diffusion synergizing a fusion of da supreme and elite,
never discreet and da cypher always complete, wanna compete?
Or u gonna switch to yo sponge persona sucking up all lifes juices like a blood donor,
while i keep flowing like im resident in yo bloodstream makes you wanna scream
when i blow off pieces of yo mind wit my mental arsenal it seems.so im pa**ing da cypher like a batton, u betta grab it wit zeal B or are u actin?, ok i'll keep klappin like a fully loaded mack 10 while you dig up the last scraps outta your mental den, im standin on my thrown lookin over da fence and hence i show no pity to your insignaficany defence! WHAT!