One line rhyme-bringin it back!!

Stickin to my goal stack cream adaptin to the ravenous fiend-

savage beings, flashin teeth, gagged in the back of the jeep

wrapped in black sheets, my faculties breathe ashes and rabid beez

write cha right out, covered in white sheets leaving victims disemboweled

'n kicked around, after being choked out with a prison towel

Underestimate ur opponent watch e'm rear-naked choke submit cha faster than a fat making trying to eat burger

we crashin elite servers, clap stolen police burners, stealin cheddar, sum veteran cheese burglars

slash and dash cash n flash master after draft been big been weak leave slugs in your dig pin point cha wigs seen through the eyes of glass leave you shattered as glass on the side of the road

bible code, prophecy for the final show, died in the rifle scope

then slide like playgrounds on battlegrounds where hounds attack once they say now

don't cha snooze on the word you tatted in scars, snooze in the city that doesn't
hated to wait for the train when it doesn't why would I wait for something that never comes about

she pissed on lord of chaos' gay ass
fuckin with me ur last breath within a slow painful death
as if u ate glass, i aint the teachah, but this ma class..

think she wanted something with a lil more thinkness not Jehovallah witness
i kick it wicked with a crucifix in hand murdering more plans than scams that aren't too potent/

As potent as this, u used ur claw to strike the rodent n missed,
Now he laughin at cats while he smokin his spliff,
Im hopin u diss,
so i can crack ma knuckles all the way up to where the hand meets the wrists...

the hand meet the wrist,fingers meet the fifth,muzzle meet the lips,and a coward plead the fifth/
a sheep in wolves clothing turned to rat,I bleed a snitch/

yo breath stink and you need a mint/ heard you got a problem with a bitch/ not the least of which she got a dick

Lucid stays surrounded by gorgeous fems,
but he aint fuckinem,
he's just the gay friend is what they rly think of hem.

when a bitch taste daprophet's toxic rocket tonic they think its skim -
ill fill em with a chronic cosmic experience, lucid yardstick hard dick for the win
next time you trade lines take ya time and make it rhyme ese
if your physical eclipsed the sun my mind would still make it shine the next day

beatin my meat while eaves droppin on the street, priest hearin a whores confession/
she keep a discreet rapport with the police on the beat but deceit was her core weapon

watch where you steppin,
we reppin with the most purest of hearts,
the cure is in part,
worst than when the sickness is smart...

Apocolyptic with art, bloody canvas splash with linguistics thats sharp

i enter the arena, snatch each single crown
rock em mounted to my throne
yall cant fuck with my sound, renown in these woods
for straight robbin ya goods,
takin ya mic, give it back to the people
you fetile, now thats called keepin it hood

close encounters with the ripper kind cuttingham snitches get pitched with a litch pin ditched in split ends leave your wrist severed with chaulk outlines they didn't know who did the lines/

putting together more rubix cubes than word puzzles leaves emcees befuttled
cuz they just stuck in a metropolis while I am maximizing the throne with bones of the fallen below/

follow the gods on post in rain, sleet or snow
change beats and flows to sink teeth into wrinkled throats

inking bloaks by how flows is driven livid by how vivid the depiction can be at times
we can go from Steven Spielberg flicks or straight to DVD darts leaving our mark, another shot in the dark/

i be the injection to this profession, lyrical writtens are in descention
my intention is to extract fission from nuclear rhythms
break prisms with henchmen, create tension, takeover trenches

the stench is tremendous, a thousand corpses thats headless, vlad the impaler style, sword to the plexus

fashion nooses from cords, til necks rip, 'n flesh splits, storm shores in deathships, scores of fresh scripts 'n force fed fifths

Keep niggas in a maze coastin 80 knots per hour playn labirynth till the anchor sinks

I'm like Yosemite Sam with a steady hand stacking Kennedy grands in an abandoned land fill while ducking acme anvils at a stand still, plans fulfilled

we stay invisible like Rob's college, hard targets, makin criminal moves with god's knowledge of biblical concepts against the integral integration of clinical bondage

Cut from a different cloth walls in project halls i'm spitting off
composure maintained won't see me drifting off
only inhabitants from other planets can transmit the signals i'm sending off

Styles cut from different cloth's dirtier than walls in project halls i'm spitting off

Dip off into scenes of crime, weed smoke that makes me cough once we lit the dimes
black n blues for crews chokin on mics for not chewin once they bit mine

splice though your circuitry mastering styles few couldn't handle the flames
so they just get dismissed before they get burnt to a crisp/

while i strive to be wise, i witness the lies of the wooly-eyed
when reality gets magnified, your existence inside is nullified

what do you compose of the dignified, indigenous tribe of NY, war screams by James, Prince and Jimi's guitar strings, decibels deny deaf-toned engineers, drums pound, the cerebral seizure causes Onyx mad-face frowns

ya styles is all adopted it's tw0-thousand and eleven
why don't get cha flows acosted/

escape from lobsta labs, my monstrous mask sports jaws and jabs