When my word is heard it consumes rooms like weed clouds in typhoons
When my word is heard it consumes rooms like weed clouds in typhoons
Warheads capability lyrically, after a couple of bars emcees expire like U.S./Russia nuclear treaty
I got Kirby’s hunger on the mic, I inhale every rival,
Turn your verses into vapor, that’s a lyrical survival.
Can’t bury what’s living, I sprout when I’m pressed
From gravel to glory, I’m growing outta the stress
Wu-Tang forever visionz sadistic, severe punishment how I’ll bury you in gravel pit
get read like articles yall just another footnote in this chronicle
Win or lose my mobbs deep battering crews with infamous nines cocked back attacks blow emcee's out shoes
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Roger Staubach shotgun tact, oil/gas tankers stay away from Strait of Hormuz to avoid attacks
Frame by frame, I expose how the reel bend
Director cut different when I step in, it’s the real end
Ezra Cobb deranged, unhinged frame of mind obsessed with human remains
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