Its a battle verse for the minute man tourny on digital hip-hop.net
Lyrics
Im kickin ya crap with shell-toes..call me a shit-kicker ...
breakin ya elbows cuz im a grave digger
you aint claimin this..hell no.. no winninz..
ive been runnin fiktion out from the minute man begininz
ya death says it time ta make a split decision..
im comin on slicin heads in sections and divisions
bouncin ya jaw up off the wall invertin ya vision
dicin ya earlobes with flows when i insert incisons
im a lyrical impressionist.. hiphops #1 on my list of fetishes..
kiss a of the dead wit a lip of the devilish
throw ya best and reflect it wit a the telekenetix
like it was pourin holy water im bringin down the reign..
cuz im blessin this verse fuelin it like octane
dumbstruck and stuck in the of the 'tracks' of an oncomin train.
cuz I spin 'tracks in circles workin head turns just to say
I hit u wit 360 degrees of lead burns
like u were the undead as if this pencil was a stake i said it hurt
..i flurt with words like im castin urns...
victory is a fact.. it not fiktion my wrath is 'unearthed'.
black as the dirt from which uve been submurged is all your worth.
I ain't cuttin u no slack cuz im thrashin ya verse
lurkin over you i cascade with my shadow over this battle.
tryin to box me but Im makin ya speakers rattle....
