Complex iron sets rhyming in vet tents
Prime pimples get busted like arms in Iraq
Swell when you get cold, I flip frozen emcees
Like attack of the clones, get the dozens
Niggaz acting like they super cousins
I crush they karma without dharma
I need cha down in plots iron out pros when I’m hot
Flaming on like Johnny Storm
Lose ya flame watch me go nuclear man, call me Firestorm
Battle bars over easy leaving you sleazy all breezy
Let me get my Charles Dickens, you ain’t got soul
My shit be sour as fruit recoup ya loot off my recruits
Get doomed like StarCraft’s do the math shit don’t exist
Except my gift in ya grill exposing ya Achilles
Speak and say, get roasted over flames like lunchmeat
Don’t think I got the curry in the pot stewing
Or the eggs on the pan frying
I’m not with the pots in the kitchen
What cha spitting with quickness
I come off spreadsheets doing my budgetary drafts
You in the burner asking where’s ya go like Tina Turner
Nasty with flames, fame be going to Niggaz brains
Craft cranes demolishing building by the way I’m killing it
Cut cha with the blade, blazing blunts I’m a tyrant
Iron fist watch me glow Bruce Leroy, this ain’t no toy or ploy
Get what cha pay for, I go in raw with twisted elements
When I come through the track, attacking like Mother Nature
Its tornado and hurricanes battling brains in the grain
Working through pain, get the iron like a man with a plan
My gifts lift up towns with telekinesis
You can read all about in my thesis
I auto biograph what you consider trash
Crash through the wall like the Kool Aide Man
Planning scrambling’s rambling with false faces
Wasted off the Bacardi you know I am gnarly
Beasting with the rhythm like Bob Marley

Crafting these darts like hypnotics
Gimme profits on how I wrap it up
Quick in a second, this session is over
So you can rap it in songs
Well I rhyme rescue, best I’m a teach cha how to cipher
And write with the best even now