"show These Crabs How To Rhyme Thread"

[Bigot Hitman]

I’m a speak clearly, I don’t think yall sucker emcees
And music listeners don’t seem to hear me/
I rather get skull in the back of the suburban
My flow is urban solidified unified by rhymes linked wit lines/
How nice you can shine I blind these people wit lyrics that star bright
Fire fight mighty might rhyme highlights off of “Sportscenter”/
Dare if you wanna end cha career I don’t need to cop DeBeers
It’s the cannon you fear, face the Tech aka the idol of your death
I’ll end cha life quick like a bounced check killed cha finances/
Etch a sketch these flows on the tablet PC’s seeing if yall can see
Me at the podium like Malcolm X before he got shot by his own kind/
I can rewind a tape in the mind flash back to the Regan Era
Yall niggaz was babies and still getting breast fed by mamas/
I come wit karma, ready to bring the drama, take a lick
And keep on ticking when I spitting whether it be a free style or written/
Twice bitten, once written now yall emcees are kittens yet to be cats
I adapt to this kind of rap and do it better than yall ever could do it/
Whether it be down south screw music or pump up ya fist, beat cha ass
East coast slam dance music, I’m coming to knock down the doors
And give it too e’m raw like Old Dirty Bastard yall/

Out limped the Sheep after the lone wolf attack
Walk'in on three legs with his nappy wool soaked red
Beat'in and battered he's easy pick'ins
Already the middle of the end,
I say it won't be a need for season tickets
Your 2 short like "L-B'in" while i'm M-C'in
For every half of twenty i faced i been see'in ten flee'in
And you stepp'in in that same bear trap deep in the brush
Face'in me is like death row trials...pleadin's a must
Your better off swimm'in with sharks bleed'in ya blood
Cuz that's a quick death, this slow like ya sink'in in mud
I keep my flow tight like a piss stream, u sprinkler spitt'in
In this dog fight my pits is hungry so, quit bring'in kittens

[Mantra]

Making money on the run with a honey, and a biscuit
A misfit, crew carring blue steel like we were crips kid
My uncle locked upstate for a murder, damn i mis em
Little brothers different, a bookworm, intellectually gifted
He'a afraid of the streets, so i handle his beef

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Out limped the Sheep after the lone wolf attack
Walk'in on three legs with his nappy wool soaked red
Beat'in and battered he's easy pick'ins
Already the middle of the end,
I say it won't be a need for season tickets
Your 2 short like "L-B'in" while i'm M-C'in
For every half of twenty i faced i been see'in ten flee'in
And you stepp'in in that same bear trap deep in the brush
Face'in me is like death row trials...pleadin's a must
Your better off swimm'in with sharks bleed'in ya blood
Cuz that's a quick death, this slow like ya sink'in in mud
I keep my flow tight like a piss stream, u sprinkler spitt'in
In this dog fight my pits is hungry so, quit bring'in kittens

Once i step in the place, put the tech in ya face..
Nooses for the snakes, guess i'm a living disgrace..
Chase badboys out the hood, like Dipset did Mase..
Facts of life you break, get tortured, then erased..
No trace of evidence, but the motive is evident..
while your moneys spent, mines locked in a safe..
Don't get it twisted like a shoelace, i move weight..
so much my pockets obiest, still got clean slates..
Doing broadylight hits in buildings, watch the beams break..
Snatch ya cake, and icing, frames i'm slicing, and dicing..
Hoes can get it, but whores i'm not wifing..
I'm nasty like i took a shit without wiping..
Record songs without writing, i piss lightning..
slug in your rectum, too pretty for fighting..
sniping blade holders, 24/7 heavenly flow-er..
Peace lord, the chaos is chaotic, i breathe slower..
Disciplined like a tai-chi master,
speed too rapid for camcorders to capture..

Don’t get swayed by the looks
And weight of my blade/
I’ll Kay Slay your tapes, CD’s and MP3’s
Like we smoking them trees/
I predict a riot of insurmountable measure
Circumvent your pleasures risking drastic measures/
Face these fakes, break there necks like car crashes
We intersect, introspectively I demonstrate caution
Before partition the portion of your brain that govern reason/
So give me a reason to lobotomize ya rhymes
Right outta ya dome when I optimize my lines on this microphone/
Wit flows that coming like a xylophone, saxophone and telephone
Response from you people can be minimal at best wit no criticism/
I preserve the wisdom wreck you emcees without voting who’s the best
I directly test myself against the beat and prove to the rest/
Address e’m as simpletons wit no inkling that there ship is sinking
I’m the commander of this mission, keep on spitting is general consensus/
Rip flows, and then reprimand these wanna be Exxon emcees
Getting gassed off their own disease/
Now you see the corporate ladder
Is all sedentary with no explanation
Or want to be extraordinary/

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Don’t get swayed by the looks
And weight of my blade/
I’ll Kay Slay your tapes, CD’s and MP3’s
Like we smoking them trees/
I predict a riot of insurmountable measure
Circumvent your pleasures risking drastic measures/
Face these fakes, break there necks like car crashes
We intersect, introspectively I demonstrate caution
Before partition the portion of your brain that govern reason/
So give me a reason to lobotomize ya rhymes
Right outta ya dome when I optimize my lines on this microphone/
Wit flows that coming like a xylophone, saxophone and telephone
Response from you people can be minimal at best wit no criticism/
I preserve the wisdom wreck you emcees without voting who’s the best
I directly test myself against the beat and prove to the rest/
Address e’m as simpletons wit no inkling that there ship is sinking
I’m the commander of this mission, keep on spitting is general consensus/
Rip flows, and then reprimand these wanna be Exxon emcees
Getting gassed off their own disease/
Now you see the corporate ladder
Is all sedentary with no explanation
Or want to be extraordinary/

I got these flows stacked like gigabits
While you still running off slow megabits
My flow is tighter and quicker than ya RAM/
I stick up emcees like pop up windows and IM’s
Yall niggaz ain’t the real deal, you ain’t viruses wit mass appeal/
I’m the Trojan horse that got cha Comp USA computer dealt wit
Nigga give up that porn shit, quit cha whining on forums/
Ya more boredom, your a kid wit no idea of what hip hop is
It’s more than just a Ras Kass, or a MF Doom, its elephant in the room/
Unearth these tombs, unlace ya timb boots, unzips them tits from that blouse
Unlatch the bra, unhinge that gat, and undo your edits
I think this cat needs a doctor, a nurse, a medic/
Give e’m an examination, where creative forces can flourish
My flows are colder than any air over Korea or Laos/
Now you know, who got the glow connecting like The Last Dragon
I’m bagging these darts up throwing e’m at the charts/
Making my marks hit cha wit the discus flip these emcees off
Wit these chrome coated biscuits I cop like CD’s and diskettes/
Run you these various scenarios like anti virus programs
Now these emcees nowadays are like defragmented memory to me/
I can’t remember the last time I heard something worth downloading
Versus listening on Myspace, I take pace when I track beats and make joints/

[Mantra]

I got these flows stacked like gigabits
While you still running off slow megabits
My flow is tighter and quicker than ya RAM/
I stick up emcees like pop up windows and IM’s
Yall niggaz ain’t the real deal, you ain’t viruses wit mass appeal/
I’m the Trojan horse that got cha Comp USA computer dealt wit
Nigga give up that porn shit, quit cha whining on forums/
Ya more boredom, your a kid wit no idea of what hip hop is
It’s more than just a Ras Kass, or a MF Doom, its elephant in the room/
Unearth these tombs, unlace ya timb boots, unzips them tits from that blouse
Unlatch the bra, unhinge that gat, and undo your edits
I think this cat needs a doctor, a nurse, a medic/
Give e’m an examination, where creative forces can flourish
My flows are colder than any air over Korea or Laos/
Now you know, who got the glow connecting like The Last Dragon
I’m bagging these darts up throwing e’m at the charts/
Making my marks hit cha wit the discus flip these emcees off
Wit these chrome coated biscuits I cop like CD’s and diskettes/
Run you these various scenarios like anti virus programs
Now these emcees nowadays are like defragmented memory to me/
I can’t remember the last time I heard something worth downloading
Versus listening on Myspace, I take pace when I track beats and make joints/

the extradinary extradinare bringing ghetto warfare..
crazier than Ric Flair, only hit foes gets wit a chair..
flatten ya tires, and steal ya spares..
Hell's mayor sticking the pitch-fork in ya ear..
Dare-devils to bring war, i'll armup once it's declared..
Picture me scared, that's like Hova without the soup-coolers..
My clique lavish lady screwers, ready to die movers..
short verses written, murder mainstream overdoers..
Underground shooter, in tune wit the tumors..
murderous corpse groomer, shroom chewing losers..

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

the extradinary extradinare bringing ghetto warfare..
crazier than Ric Flair, only hit foes gets wit a chair..
flatten ya tires, and steal ya spares..
Hell's mayor sticking the pitch-fork in ya ear..
Dare-devils to bring war, i'll armup once it's declared..
Picture me scared, that's like Hova without the soup-coolers..
My clique lavish lady screwers, ready to die movers..
short verses written, murder mainstream overdoers..
Underground shooter, in tune wit the tumors..
murderous corpse groomer, shroom chewing losers..

Speed way fame dame baggage claim
Dodge rays flow phased make my way through the game/
Tame the name, taken the bait, face the fates
Awaken demolished wit words like college
I stay polished, it’s all hogwash kid my flow is burning/
Fish filleting emcees on grilled set high foes fry or die
Why lie in a bed that cha made when you can either cash ya bonds/
Or rinse cha hands, read the books painted pics by the man/
From X-clan to poor righteous teachers reached me
While the Wu Style embraced me, giving me a new taste for music G/
Spill ya guts rust cha nuts, I take stash like squirrels virtual bills
Get killed word to the styles I represent end cha reign like Dana Dane/
I ain’t cha friendly emcee from neighborhood blocks you repping on
I pump flows not bricks I’m a mason wit the flows
Stacked like cement blocks that don’t float/
Raise cha swords, I grab the axe, ox lock stockade
Camera angle wit bangles the dangle/
Hammer head shark these off set blocks
Wit beats that knock like gun shots/
Off the clock while time stopped, stamped when I camped outside
See all these eagle reproduced now we got flocks that rock the crowds/
Sounding off on you prototypical non-lyrical emcees that get exposed
Chose these new notes like piano keys see my breeze like my wiz n seed/
I’m dope like MPC hooked to a PC
Wit Fruity Loops syncing up/

[Mantra]

Speed way fame dame baggage claim
Dodge rays flow phased make my way through the game/
Tame the name, taken the bait, face the fates
Awaken demolished wit words like college
I stay polished, it’s all hogwash kid my flow is burning/
Fish filleting emcees on grilled set high foes fry or die
Why lie in a bed that cha made when you can either cash ya bonds/
Or rinse cha hands, read the books painted pics by the man/
From X-clan to poor righteous teachers reached me
While the Wu Style embraced me, giving me a new taste for music G/
Spill ya guts rust cha nuts, I take stash like squirrels virtual bills
Get killed word to the styles I represent end cha reign like Dana Dane/
I ain’t cha friendly emcee from neighborhood blocks you repping on
I pump flows not bricks I’m a mason wit the flows
Stacked like cement blocks that don’t float/
Raise cha swords, I grab the axe, ox lock stockade
Camera angle wit bangles the dangle/
Hammer head shark these off set blocks
Wit beats that knock like gun shots/
Off the clock while time stopped, stamped when I camped outside
See all these eagle reproduced now we got flocks that rock the crowds/
Sounding off on you prototypical non-lyrical emcees that get exposed
Chose these new notes like piano keys see my breeze like my wiz n seed/
I’m dope like MPC hooked to a PC
Wit Fruity Loops syncing up/

In all directions wrecking contestants with weapons
a part-time gambler, ceelow champ with imperfections
Sweating while flexing flows, flawless perfection
Profession iron pressing punks in sections
Stab mid-sections in seconds, unless they make confessions
About their connections, we rob with smif n wessuns
Partners n' crime checking labs, freeing adolescents
As well as ladies, and babies, play me here's the three eighty
Paid in full like White America, from investments in Haiti
I'm more shady than Marshall, knocking mc's off ladders
Get battered while you chit-chatter, so just scatter
Scatter brain, a crying shame, ya blood i just stained
Doing autopsy's on trains, your body fluids get drained
My souls for real, tired of the candy rap reign
Battle to the death, before i dishonor the rap game
Gambits throwing dirt on my name get slain
snatch chains, and leave em chained to electrical fences
Bench pressing defenses, drop em senseless
On some tense shit, spits radiate, since 1988
When crack hit the hoods, i was robbing hoods
Infamous like Suge, not blair but i put many Underwood

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

In all directions wrecking contestants with weapons
a part-time gambler, ceelow champ with imperfections
Sweating while flexing flows, flawless perfection
Profession iron pressing punks in sections
Stab mid-sections in seconds, unless they make confessions
About their connections, we rob with smif n wessuns
Partners n' crime checking labs, freeing adolescents
As well as ladies, and babies, play me here's the three eighty
Paid in full like White America, from investments in Haiti
I'm more shady than Marshall, knocking mc's off ladders
Get battered while you chit-chatter, so just scatter
Scatter brain, a crying shame, ya blood i just stained
Doing autopsy's on trains, your body fluids get drained
My souls for real, tired of the candy rap reign
Battle to the death, before i dishonor the rap game
Gambits throwing dirt on my name get slain
snatch chains, and leave em chained to electrical fences
Bench pressing defenses, drop em senseless
On some tense shit, spits radiate, since 1988
When crack hit the hoods, i was robbing hoods
Infamous like Suge, not blair but i put many Underwood

Don’t speak without being spoken too
If I don’t acknowledge you then you ain’t knowledgeable/
You don’t put something in the bowl
Not expecting it to be took or taken/
You more shook than frying bacon
And fish in the pan being made then/
I execute plans to the “T”
Can’t you see me like John Cena/
Don’t ask me who am I
Who are you then/
Feel the redundancy
Ya flows, ya raps ain’t on my frequency/
I present a linguists approach to rap
So now you’re just a quotable/
Don’t hope for a few good lyrics
You can’t handle the booth/
I’m the proof like algebra problems
Can’t you solve e’m, I didn’t think so/
Ya rhymes are like 3 divide by pie
It don’t flow without aerodynamics
Didn’t you ever wonder why? /
Consider the ramifications of your actions
Before you take e’m, better answer the question first/
Before you end up in a Cadillac hurst
Without a prayer and a curse/
Just don’t wish for more shit to be unearth
It’s just a verse/

[Bigot Hitman]

Don’t speak without being spoken too
If I don’t acknowledge you then you ain’t knowledgeable/
You don’t put something in the bowl
Not expecting it to be took or taken/
You more shook than frying bacon
And fish in the pan being made then/
I execute plans to the “T”
Can’t you see me like John Cena/
Don’t ask me who am I
Who are you then/
Feel the redundancy
Ya flows, ya raps ain’t on my frequency/
I present a linguists approach to rap
So now you’re just a quotable/
Don’t hope for a few good lyrics
You can’t handle the booth/
I’m the proof like algebra problems
Can’t you solve e’m, I didn’t think so/
Ya rhymes are like 3 divide by pie
It don’t flow without aerodynamics
Didn’t you ever wonder why? /
Consider the ramifications of your actions
Before you take e’m, better answer the question first/
Before you end up in a Cadillac hurst
Without a prayer and a curse/
Just don’t wish for more shit to be unearth
It’s just a verse/

Yo, this is deep sea fisherman
Pull'in all of these bitches in
Cabinets with bait pickle'in
Ready to push the sickle in some guts
It starts the trickle'in
for bucks i start the nikel and
Dime'in, high dive'in in waves jus part'in ripples then
All ya land lovers hand rubbers to put my dick up in
Spread'in ya girls legs like the butter and pita
Just pump'in and pump'in till that hole starts the shiver'in
Spray'in like a shook up fuckin ten lieter, what
I'ma beat it up forvever like i could never cum
That hoe go'in before me, on that u should bet a ton
I'm like pimp C, i'll have winfrey on both knees
in front of any club bouncer to get us in free
You wanna hire a hit on me, nigga send three
With army artillery, or my son is better off kill'in me
Cuz i'm average but aggressive like a killa bee
And won't go out like tony, this the never end'in triliogy
Fuck around and get these navel shots
And bank accounts stashed in a old cable box
Everything ain't nice, life ain't school house rock
Its a shame u learned this wit my tool out cocked
You bout to get laced wit holes like audio speakers
Then i'll cop ya girls digts, and prolly go meet her

[LeatherBack]

We fight amongst eachother um
Might as well be struggle ers
Fronting like we soldiers
Ackin like we suffer some
But We’d rather get high
Then start a rebel movement
and let the time slip by
that’s what the fuck we doin
how are you unique when you aint built a damn thing
how are you king when your people are a damn shame
you misunder learned motherfuck what ya heard
ya punk ass complaints
the purpose that you serve
I born truth the sworn proof
Save a youth pimp
I pulled ya hole card
Na Put ya hand in
Im choppin up the deck but I understand the order
I’m dealing out sets that interlock and support us
I guess what I purport is message of revolution
Defined rebel movements
Designed to improve ship

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

We fight amongst eachother um
Might as well be struggle ers
Fronting like we soldiers
Ackin like we suffer some
But We’d rather get high
Then start a rebel movement
and let the time slip by
that’s what the fuck we doin
how are you unique when you aint built a damn thing
how are you king when your people are a damn shame
you misunder learned motherfuck what ya heard
ya punk ass complaints
the purpose that you serve
I born truth the sworn proof
Save a youth pimp
I pulled ya hole card
Na Put ya hand in
Im choppin up the deck but I understand the order
I’m dealing out sets that interlock and support us
I guess what I purport is message of revolution
Defined rebel movements
Designed to improve ship

I don’t need to do the dew
So don’t get it so screwed up/
I’m unscrupulous lyrically
I’m a alphabet soup this/
From A to Z like 1, 2, 3
Any emcee can rap pity patter
With a flow and lyrics that don’t flatter/
Don’t get cha rhymes n mind scatter
I can shatter the sound barrier
When I rap fast like a tornado twister, mister reporter/
Recoup this like a money order
Now emcees got voice recorders
Because they don’t write no more/
Yeah I said they don’t write no more
They bore so easily wit the same old subject matter/
Same old rhyme pattern, that
don’t even impress enough to get addressed
Why don’t you get a degree so you can at least read/
Now you can either scatter like moths to a flame
Or go buzzing like bees to the honeycomb/
It’s a sad shame the game hasn’t changed
It’s just gone down the drain, are you crazy insane in the brain/
Their ain’t no linebacker in the game no more
This is the equivalent of MJ leaving the league/
I haven’t achieve much but I can crush allot of this puppy stuff
And too those telling me words ain’t words, good look for the ammo/
I’m dump out fire wit the camouflage on my heat source
Can’t be detected wit “Predator Vision”
I cut through you wit an alien incision/

[Mantra]

I don’t need to do the dew
So don’t get it so screwed up/
I’m unscrupulous lyrically
I’m a alphabet soup this/
From A to Z like 1, 2, 3
Any emcee can rap pity patter
With a flow and lyrics that don’t flatter/
Don’t get cha rhymes n mind scatter
I can shatter the sound barrier
When I rap fast like a tornado twister, mister reporter/
Recoup this like a money order
Now emcees got voice recorders
Because they don’t write no more/
Yeah I said they don’t write no more
They bore so easily wit the same old subject matter/
Same old rhyme pattern, that
don’t even impress enough to get addressed
Why don’t you get a degree so you can at least read/
Now you can either scatter like moths to a flame
Or go buzzing like bees to the honeycomb/
It’s a sad shame the game hasn’t changed
It’s just gone down the drain, are you crazy insane in the brain/
Their ain’t no linebacker in the game no more
This is the equivalent of MJ leaving the league/
I haven’t achieve much but I can crush allot of this puppy stuff
And too those telling me words ain’t words, good look for the ammo/
I’m dump out fire wit the camouflage on my heat source
Can’t be detected wit “Predator Vision”
I cut through you wit an alien incision/

What remains of the main vein?
Bloodflow blue, internally stained
Righteous gang, hole backing blue flame
Club running players, victims of snatched chains
Rap game i x-men out, my static stinging clout
Advantage is mine, every state block i'm airing out
Success is successive, ladies die in the wreckage
Papers put out the message, readers become breathless
Vets spit tales of death like abortion
i spin the wheel to reveal my fortunes
Sorting out the right mix, a slave to extortion
From the sky those packages pouring
Yearning the heartbeats slow, adrenaline formulas forming
Average mc flow boring, the same fucking drawings
alarming the king string puppet master touring
Stories on the low, books completed, and rehearsed at shows
this ain't ya same ol' lingo, a maniac depressive flow
Nigga bars with no holds, see i'm sick with no cold
Paid in full with no dough, but what i use for the pizza
Fuck easter i'm egg hunting in spots, remorlsess grimm reaper

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

What remains of the main vein?
Bloodflow blue, internally stained
Righteous gang, hole backing blue flame
Club running players, victims of snatched chains
Rap game i x-men out, my static stinging clout
Advantage is mine, every state block i'm airing out
Success is successive, ladies die in the wreckage
Papers put out the message, readers become breathless
Vets spit tales of death like abortion
i spin the wheel to reveal my fortunes
Sorting out the right mix, a slave to extortion
From the sky those packages pouring
Yearning the heartbeats slow, adrenaline formulas forming
Average mc flow boring, the same fucking drawings
alarming the king string puppet master touring
Stories on the low, books completed, and rehearsed at shows

What remains in vein?
Is the blood in its place/
Is it the game we play that remains in vein
Wit punches that be words and words that be punches/
And lines that are jabs stabbed in the cab
That was the shell of a crab/
Don’t give me the styling
Like you got the gift of gab/
I got the feet of Zab Judah, the fist of Iron Mike
The stature of Lennox Lewis, and the eye of the tiger like Rocky Marchino/
Lyrically I should been from a place like Chicago
But I’m in a N-Y state of mind rhyming rather than reclining/
I’m a diamond in the rough wit nothing tough as nails
Ship these crates out on brail read covers wit words that smother/
Get the riddles I riddle in the middle of these little chumps
With no white left to pump but hoes to
Thump and bump around like you Bobby Brown/

[Mantra]

What remains in vein?
Is the blood in its place/
Is it the game we play that remains in vein
Wit punches that be words and words that be punches/
And lines that are jabs stabbed in the cab
That was the shell of a crab/
Don’t give me the styling
Like you got the gift of gab/
I got the feet of Zab Judah, the fist of Iron Mike
The stature of Lennox Lewis, and the eye of the tiger like Rocky Marchino/
Lyrically I should been from a place like Chicago
But I’m in a N-Y state of mind rhyming rather than reclining/
I’m a diamond in the rough wit nothing tough as nails
Ship these crates out on brail read covers wit words that smother/
Get the riddles I riddle in the middle of these little chumps
With no white left to pump but hoes to
Thump and bump around like you Bobby Brown/

Tall tales niggas sleep from my shells like snails
Pastors speak the bullshit on pulpits
Dominate the dumb brain of a fool quick
Gouge my eyes out before i quit
Drop my shit, flood the bricks
Unconcerned with the limit, and gimics
Hands dirty, it's illegal buisness
Locked down with no visits
The grimey, slimey, cell wizard
Intercourse is verbal, so the goals are attained
Speeches insane, elaborate high peak heights
Science dropped on the 85, my insight headlights
Silent knight, opposition here's a warning
Bars are bionic, win, or lose i'm swarming
Charming pretty black girls lost
Take heed to the word of God, or get nailed to a cross

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Tall tales niggas sleep from my shells like snails
Pastors speak the bullshit on pulpits
Dominate the dumb brain of a fool quick
Gouge my eyes out before i quit
Drop my shit, flood the bricks
Unconcerned with the limit, and gimics
Hands dirty, it's illegal buisness
Locked down with no visits
The grimey, slimey, cell wizard
Intercourse is verbal, so the goals are attained
Speeches insane, elaborate high peak heights
Science dropped on the 85, my insight headlights
Silent knight, opposition here's a warning
Bars are bionic, win, or lose i'm swarming
Charming pretty black girls lost
Take heed to the word of God, or get nailed to a cross

Read cha notes then read my notes…..
My quotes are comparable to electoral votes/
Don’t waste a toke, my hope is puddle of mud
Now I’m nothing but paint chips on the ground/
Is that how I’m viewed? Now do I have it misconstrued?
What do I have to do to receive respect around here/
This ain’t any film by Brian DePalma or Oliver Stone
I’m the holder in court face the force take up the task of course/
Driven these tracks wit rhythm in tack, now that’s giving back
So when I cut up flows, I give back what was given too me/
Knowledge birthed my person besides my mama and father
I hold the pen as the ultimate author, I’m the Steven King of my life/
It was one big horror film wit suspense surrounding me
For every miracle and surgery everything was relief for me/
Nigga pain ain’t nothing but one half physical and one half mental
Get over the anguish, I ain’t speaking another language/
I draft these flows, from thoughts caught from my inner space
Inner waste, inner haste, inner taste, inner face, inner case/
Now I’m in all yall businesses like the internet I’m interconnected
I think you all should intersect wit it and inspect to get it/