Lyrical Wizardry

Lyrical wizardry dances on

MC's like

Murray on

SC's Never flaunt, now mother*******s come test me

Burnin everybody hotter than torches at

Jamaican parties

Far from angels, *************s can't see me like

Charlie Style weak?

Hardly! Don't let the wacked persue you like

Marley JM clique moves in packs like whities on

Harleys *************s get injured, ****** do' in 40 fingers

Got ******* by bike bar bussin

Glocks off a' *************s

Klep don't give three *************ts to flip scripts

Miss bullets from clips, leave *************s rollin up skateboards wit nuttin under they hips, *************, so if you test me *************t gets messy, bustin .38 speci outta paper bags like

Joe Pesci

Yo, you know the tune

Make sure ******* don't eat when it's time to *************t out them coke balloons

Balked up the ninja when it got shady, now

I got grown ladies bustin .380's outta

E Class Mercedes (Hurry the ************* up *************m, get on!) (************* you mother******* let me out this L) (There they go right there, dot them *************s) (Mother*******s!! *gun shots*)

MC's get cut like glass, cut like glass

Rag tagged and crash, hemp bags, come save dat ass

Who wanna get broke the ************* up?

Tell me! Freakin vocabulary like

Chinese and spelling bees

T-P-E-L-K held to reflect a device-es

The nicest,

Jesus Christ-es

Junior Mafioso, *************s get torn off head to torso

Bullets evacuated out windows

From Hekkyl and

Coch, P7 inmates

Extra .380 on a string 'round my neck cos feds check the waist

No time to waste, grab the loot and escape before next break

Heads are clockin, private eyes are watchin

************* caught up in the hustle

************* flippin packages and tyin up, minx and rings

I bubble Trouble's what

I look for in stores on expensive floors

Beeling boots is essence, bookin

Pelle's in my drawers

Armani, Gianni

Versace, V2 lost count o' all the little sections me and mans ran thru

It ain't hard to discard cans of mace on guards leave them ************* ass *************s screamin like a ****** retard

Lyrically

I come off like ink alarms

Got styles under the wing like spread is booked under my arms

*************s couldn't see me with closed circuit

TV tryin to peep my steez, like

DT's I get over like

I'm fifteen (Hey, you're not fifteen)

I'm fifteen, what? (What do you think we are? Assholes or somethin?)

************* you!

Soundin like that ************* from

Night Court

Loose my cuffs

I'm outta here!

MC's be fake like toupes so

I transplant

Implant my fist to their face makin their skin red

Soundwaves disrupted, they ******, kid

Airholes bloody rupted but that ain't nuttin

The best is yet to come

MC's get strung like heads on drums

They don't be knowin what

I'm knowin

Flowin like

I'm flowin

Makin mother*******s take nose dives like 747

Boeings Obnoxious beef's squashes face-to-face

*************s get wet up like

Alasha's on

Klep's place

Thru the hard time sayin prayers committin crimes

Sick minds don't care, rockin parties from front to rear

Brains engulfed by ferocious ??? runnin up on

Big wit Lex wit nappies doused with chloroforms

Livin in a world where you do what you must

If preachers be robbin *************s who the ************* can you trust?