One line rhyme-bringin it back!!

the mafia boss air/ to the crime throne/ holdin a micraphone/ takin lines to tha dome/

yea.. Takin Lines to da dome..you know wat i mean..right up the nose..
then Roll me sum of that Sticky Green ..call it 4 leaf Clove..

but I don't need luck to deal with my foes, examine their prose and if it ain't real I expose

my 4.4 Chrome and make sure da Po Po Gone..then CliCC-ClaCk BOOM!
dont Think Thats Coo', when he Killed that foo''...and Picked a Bad Route!

i stay sharp like blades on the foot of datsyuk, definitive jux, my rap book move foward like rooks, start my day eating slang in my breakfast nook

sin city Sinner...Since Birth, leave ya words.. Bitter like Dirt
Been a Winner Since First..and a Big Figure thats Bigger then Earth

Gun's Will Blow, cuz im a Shogun that will Go Gun-Ho on my Foes!

rappers with bum flows suffer blows and end up wit tags on they toes

immaculate-tho attackin wit tha dragon-scripts-slow mind alternating brain waves like im skitso

Usin' jujitsu, I break boards bare handed, locked my master in tha dojo and left him there, stranded

Yall disappear vanish...inta thin air the fastest...so ya air- heads that spit.. just get layed out like a air matress

prepare madness enter tha ring and leave-sadness while sirens-scream my violent-team lean ya faction

Cuz I'ma mean bastard, like takin' candy from babies. Tha perverted type, smellin' the panties of ladies

dismantlin-grannys-im-crazy-an-if-blam-ya-u-suaze thas word tho tha murder i commit b more than ver-bal

I move like the turtle with the jetpack in his shell, racin' Bugs Bunny and I still got time to kill