Yeah, Let′s start a bar fight up in here

Yo I spit complex rhymes on a regular

I'm the king of this jungle so i′m the predatorSo when i'm on the hunt you better run

Coz if I catch you you're done don′t step inside my perimeter

I go and buy a new mic you suckers get a gun

You′re threatened by my presence, you hate that i'm the one

I close my eyes and I can see the world crystal clear

Because my soul is intertwined with the atmosphere

I study the greats and pursue to do it better

You say you make the pussy wet well I can make the pussy wetter

My mind frame′s not one for the average man

I'm the type to have a master plan for my master plan

It′s simple to see that i'm ill and don′t mean sick neither

If you spit like I spit you'd need a quick breather

When I rap I make sure I put on my wife beater

And slap anybody who claims that I don't spit ether

The last thing you want dawg is a confrontation

You rappers are more cartoon than animation

I been doing this for years i′m trained i′m not a novice

So respect the bars my flow classic like a horse and cart

Check my scars and calloused hands from these wicked lands

And you'll see why I write with a wicked hand

I was blessed with a gift of intelligent wordplay

And cursed by having too much to say

Hip Hop is in my DNA, they wanna clone my style

They got Government agents following me around

Trying to corner me and capture me

So they can strap me to a gurney and study my whole anatomy

I′m like an automatic with the bars

Spraying houses and cars while I'm cruising down the boulevard

They know Shorty Mic be spitting hard

Fuck a race card, unify, stand together march (Yeah)

There′s no theme to this, just my consciousness

Pouring from my head like an open faucet

I tried to force it but my rhymes come out flat and boring

It took me years to open my mind to its full potential

I'm a star, it′s just I haven't blew up yet

A diamond in the rough, so i'm on the come up

So be prepared when it′s my time to shine

To be dropping divine lines and distort the timeline

I′m here to take what's mine

So crown me one of the illest alive, along with the top five

So if i′m in the top ten that's fine

As long as they say i′m one of the best rappers of my time

That game's changed and what′s worse these rappers getting stranger

I keep it old school I still write with a pen and paper

Coz if my phone crash while i'm in my rhyme zone

I'ma smash the phone and punish myself till my body welts

I do it major, doing it less is not in my nature

I′m not a hater coz my prospect is far greater

You got a problem with that then take a seat player

Like a doctors office you′ll be on time but i'll see you later

I′m not your average emcee

I'm humble to a degree so don′t you dare try and disrespect me

I'm not one to take shots indirectly

I spit with precision, there′s gonna be a hole where your chest be

I'm making moves just as fast as the flash do

I may look static, but multiple times i've passed you

How many times must I out rap you?

To show everybody how I eat microphones for food

Don′t make me turn to the dark side like Anakin

Coz all I see is a bunch of cravens and mannequins

Handicap rappers spitting that non audible language

Just like a quadriplegic nobody feeling your shit

And what a day we live in where money outweighs the skill

And likes and views are the judges of being ill

Whatever happened to dropping lyrical masterpieces?

My thesis is the audience IQ is decreasing

But that′s ok, coz i'ma keep doing my thing

Keep offending these motherfuckers with the words that I bring

I get inside your cranium before we step in the ring

And then I do you ugly like a dirty heroin syringe

Mind altering content is my special ingredient

That keep the fiends coming back for more no soda my shit is raw

I strangle rappers with their own microphone cords

But on the scene, police couldn′t find any leads, get it?

Just like wine I get better each year that I get older

Respect to those who paved the way for this Hip Hop culture

Excuse me while I sit back and puff on my cigar

And drink this henney rest in peace to our fallen soldiers

Let's get back to the task at hand hip hop hoorah

Just like an overhead dead lift I raise the bar

I don′t see other rappers yo, yeah I see statistics

You see what i'm saying coz I write my rhymes in hieroglyphics

Don′t get mad if you can't understand my mind and hand

Take some time and read some books and let your mind expand

In my mind I travel to planets and distant lands

Our planet is just one grain in a large beach of sand

Let that sink in for a moment let your mind ferment

Coz i'll be damned if I fall off from rap again

It′s easy to fall of and hard to get back on it

If the fire′s burning out then throw some gas on it

I'm prone to lyrical rampages when i′m provoked

And leave you like a roach in my ash tray you been smoked

People say that my rhymes got too much anger in em

So I walk up with a calm face and start stomping on em

Sometimes I like to sit back and just ruminate

And let my conscious mind levitate into outer space

Intercepting radio frequencies from different stations

Conversing with foreign entities and different races

Microphone madness, when I hit the the stage

While i'm spitting a freestyle I swallow blades

I′m something like a renegade never been afraid

To say what's on my mind like Eminem and Jay

I can do this all day in a hallway

With my fellow rhymers and turn this shit into Pompeii

They look at me amazed they wonder how I keep

Spitting and spitting and never run out of shit to say

I love being underestimated

Coz when I step up to the mic i′m leaving motherfuckers decapitated

Son of David, but I never needed a father

Coz momma raised warrior you can tell from my aura

Supernova, this shit ain't over till I say it's over

Still spitting bars to the measure yo check my composure

Yes i′m a soldier with javelin fangs and cobra venom

Genetics enhanced to take out my competition

How many mics must I burn to get my recognition

Coz I won′t alter my image or personage

I break the game down and chop it up into little sections

And conquer them all until I reach my destination

I can't help that i′m slick with this rhyming shit

You suckers rapping like you still got a hymen bitch

Why you running around acting like the next dude

You a copy of a copy you the next fool

I make a fist and punch the ground with immense force

And crack the surface and then shatter the Earths core

Scriptures written by the rich and the poor

About a legendary emcee with no lyrical flaws

Intricate rhyme techniques to think like me your mind will cease

My penmanship so hard I write my lines on diamond sheets

You wanna play this game homie well I play for keeps

Fuck cash lets battle for organs and brain meat

Suicidal thoughts i'm thinking about performing em

Coz no rapper can kill me and now i′m bored of em

I see the anger in your eyes from the words I speak

Go home and train coz at the moment dawg your mind is weak

I got rhymes for days, weeks, months and even yearly

Just like your girlfriend, my shit is not pretty

I got so much on my mind I need a weekly drain

Otherwise my brain sparks a class five hurricane

I don't apologise for being the best that I can be

That′s like me saying sorry after a set on live TV

I see you homeboy running your mouth you gonna get dealt

Excuse me while I let history just repeat itself

I'm a star, it's just I haven′t blew up yet

A diamond in the rough, so i′m on the come up

So be prepared when it's my time to shine

To be dropping divine lines and distort the timeline

I′m here to take what's mine

So crown me one of the illest alive along with the top five

So if i′m in the top ten that's fine

As long as they say i′m one of the best rappers of my time