Conscience the languistic lyricist of the ages,
complex style's foreign to you, you can say I spit a different language
You're displayin' the same sh** , played hits,
Who you tangle wit?
I'm caughin' up a storm now I'm labeled sick
The spray emits
Leave ya face in anguish
And I stead my grip til ya head is ripped
From the steady drips of these deadly lips
On these hits and kicks
I'm flippin' scripts and tearin' pages (rip)
Stare in amazement as I'm blazing snare and bass hits
Ya lyrics basic
