Lyrics
I'm the northeastern cult the folks feast in,
Always beastin when da smoke meets the creetin,
Im'a martial artist, you just another boxer,
You punchline, I kickline ten times To knock-ya,
U aint a battle rapper, ur just an imposter,
Y act hard when u aint in ur crew's battle roster,
On the real though, Let me get serious,
ur oblivious, to think u a champ? u Delirious,
I'm mufasa in the pride n u just simba,
I'm High in the skies like clouds called nimbus,
If you throw punches' then i throw kamehaha's,
with tongue twistas that'll blister ya lengua,
Your flow is horrendous, and ur lyrics are terrible,
but on the bright side ur so soft that ur flexible,
Techniques I analayze wit physiques to paralyze,
Klean got your whole crew shook wit just battle cries,
My lyrics mistify, and cleanse what ascends,
is it that With one Preach my whole reach extends,
Facing me is like facing the hand of nas,
Naw fuck that, its like bracing for the hand of god,
I'll never lose to a bitch nigga like you,
I'm an ex-con what i used to do, is what u wish u do,
And your crew? tell em they better beware,
cuz it aint fair to pit a hair against a grizzly bear,
I'm beyond em, got them lyrics to calm em,
Fuck it, aint no karma gonna strike back when i bomb em,
I knock niggas out like rows of dominoes,
Hittin in abdominals spittin shit dats phenomenal,
I turn off god mode, and go beserk,
Then shield myself from my own fury, cuz god knows it hurts,
To beat me, is to beat ten thousand masterminds,
As the same time, with just two syllables in one line,
My lyrics push physics and bend reality,
What goes up comes down, but nigga I defy Gravity,
IF i beat you, just please dont be mad at me,
Cuz if you start beef then I'll dismantle ur anatomy!
