I’m sick of the ignorance-I’m sick of the negligence it’s time we bring it back to the roots & the elements the truth & intelligence-MC-quintessential here to pick your mental over I.C. YOU instrumentals I shed light when I wreck mics-leave mc’s wit’ their neck sliced sit back & crack a Red Stripe & tell em-I’ll see them in their next life you need to refurbish your rhyme flows-the verdict’s-you die slow this is the best dope you ever bought since you purchased some Hydro I burn like a pyro-I’m not concerned wit’ your sideshow me & the microphone go together like Bourbon & winos I’m So So Def like Jermaine Dupri in hearing aids my flow’s so fresh-words rain-you see em fearing James for any beat that drops-every sentence tears through it respect my peer’s music or end up in intensive care units I rock these sounds-pure like Columbian coffee grounds rhymes stand out like the tits of Foxy Brown in a sloppy gown I keep spittin’ until your whole set is demolished I’m about to give birth to something BIG like Voletta Wallace so many fake mc’s holler real but sellout for the dollar bill battle James-you must have more balls than a half a million soccer fields I’ve been Ciphurphace from the start-makin’ my mark while other mc’s keep frontin’-I come straight from the heart