I'm the kind of emcee to lose myself in a beat /
analogies abound in every metaphor I speak /
with rythem so precise you can count each syllabal /
and breath controll so nice it makes the pauses minimal /
that means I can flow along time without taken a break /
so when I'm spitten in the booth I'm maken zero mistakes /
cuz when I get on this mic I treat it like a 9 to 5 /
these rhymes are all I got and its whats keepin me alive /
so now strive to make this dream reality /
I will accomplish this goal yo is my mentality /
I never wanted something so bad in all of my life /
conflicted with feelings of doubt, so call me STRIFE /
the master emcee bout tah blast you in three /
and when spitten on this mic there aint nobody faster then me /
cuz the flow that I've created is surely gonna be debated /
one of the most complicated and stated it will be hated /
yet awaited like christmas morn, dictated by the scripts I've formed /
related to get ripped and torn, translated I spit to warn /
cuz if you wanna battle me dawg yah best to bring yah pen /
and my rhyming strategy is to leave a mess of men /
yo I used to be crazy but now I'm off the fucken rocker /
off of my hinges like a busted down locker /
cuz on this mic, its sorta like i'm in a bull fight /
standing at the ready scanning everything in sight /
so I can make a quick move, get out the way and stick you /
every rhyme is like a dagger and I got many to pick through /
yo I'm sick dude, everytime I rap I spit rude /
dont give a shit dude, yo this feud's gonna leave you screwed /
so if you wanna leave this place with your dignity intact /
I suggest you take them wack raps and scramble out the back /
before I cut you with a ginsu and say fuck whatever you been through /
I'm straight ripping the microphone with that battle shit that I'm into /
