Tekst piosenki
[Verse: Intro]
In a lyrical terminal, burning fumes
Stirring the verbal mixture carefully, surgical
Spitting medicinal rhymes, tactical, learn a few
Explicit schizophrenic skill, twisted, turn tables
Confused psychopaths, raging liturgical
Third-timer on the Mic, yeah, I’ve already murdered two
Serial killer verbally, mass genocides, unmerciful
Jeopardised dissers, sell-outs, cursers too
Near-death left-overs, seeping, lurking through
Strange commandments, concepts, statements and answers
Vandalised Hip-Hop, started rampages, fake prancers
Unknowns trying to put out Hip-Hop’s great lantern
Stand ’em in line, look, they’re like fucking cancer
Bitch ass MC’s trying recreation with fake anthems
Your intricate lyricism is piss-poor; not man enough
Your shits coming out annoying like dandruff
No MC my age can match this
Double bars now I’m on a fucking hatrick
Loose measures need to be taken that are drastic
Ask this and remember I will always throw the last fist
Stop spitting while you can, become an actor or actress
Another product of society, like you came from factories
While my lyrical content is magical slash disastrous
Destructive rhythmic rhymes, your coming out flaccid
Your shit’s piss-poor like it came out of sashes
Step out of the fucking studio, you need far more practice
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