yO my styles galactic- ineractive/
where u at when i pack raps thatll slap kids backwards/
i run shit- abundant puns spit/
a wordsmith to dumb kids- i punch every time the drum kicks/
shatter mind frames play mind games/
some people say im nasty.. cuz when i spit my rhymes stain/
im a criminal- lyrical reality/
in this generation i serve plenty of fatility/
where my salary- i loose ya like a calary/
ill show ya off at my wack rapper galary/
battle me get evicted from the course/
im only seperated from rappaz cuz im sick and they whores/
ya thats right- bitches- whos bitchs?/
im talkin about these bitches that be gettin stitches/
vicious- is how i roll with my flow/
alot a rap cats but delibs bout to take controll/
take controll a what- bitch shut the fuck up/
ya know whats best for ya mental youll back the fuck up/
im back and kurrupt- infinit spittin lyrics/
better fear this knowing youll never be near this/
POP MY SHIT IN YA DECK PUFF A JOINT TA YA HEAD/
SO FUCKIN UNDERGOUND I MAY AS WELL BE DEAD/
word em up- pop my shit in ya deck/
peep it how i feel off... and my mind got wrecked/
with each cut i rep- i spit raw as shit/
bring it hard to ya chest wit the jaw i spit/
rawest hits- while most kids cant even flow/
im not used to suckin- less im dat puffin dro/
lovin them hoes- but thats second to writing/
actually 3rd cause 2nd be the buds that im lighting/
fightin- riciting poetry lynguistics/
battles always smack the hitlist when i spit this/
diss misfits- they bloody wack/
mony shit is funny shit so bring it back to rap/
pack a gat if from the hood/
but you just frontin wack shit.... u stand misunderstood/
