Pencil

The echo chamber enhance the flow with the block party

Keep an MC head spinnin' like

Dark Bacardi, this

BAC is 2.3

Now the liver's damaged, but his lungs are joint free

So inhale, exhale, breathe and get well

Kick somethin' live stop chirpin' like

NextelI'm all in together, a swordsman forever

I paint the town red with many heads are severed

R-A-W, I still bring trouble to

Throw your raps in the sleep hold, quick to snuggle you

Dart heat your breastplate, meet ya death date

Rook down a

E4 look, it's checkmate

No other way to describe a catastrophe

The plan was drawin' blood and displayed it graphically

Direct order, hit the border, then slaughter

Horrific torture by prolific authors

Shape and mold

MC's, like

I'm playin' the skelly top

It's gettin', “

Hot In Here”

Like the single that

Nelly dropped

So take ya clothes off, the track is so soft

A little rock'll turn 'em into

Ivan Koloff

Why do the

Gods make

MC's study from

Thirty five, and fifty year, then try to become

Under the study with the sword above the head

So he would keep in mind under the open pledge

Fierce glisten, somethin' so sharp

Piercing, swords cling, the vigilante intimate

Close combat, this is

MC'ing at it's best

But there is no contest, sent

I'm thisSpeaking of a test, this and try to question this

He so different with the swiftness, godfather civilization

Shell casin', universal nation

Could he be the one predicted?

Presidential sent in

Old school soul to war us, be the growlest

Asiatic arctic flow is so frigid

Is it the zig zag?

I'ma pay you a visit

Somehow mistake me as an old wise wizard

World, I'm not the same

I go somewhere, don't remember how

I cameIs it the ****, the hash or the 'caine?

Or the Digi being stained on my brain?

Appear from a cloud of smoke, the voter's on choke

If surrounded, seven men drop from one scope

Even if my feet was shackled down to one handcuff

To defeat me, ten beno's wouldn't be enough

I sleep in the lion's den without the steel iron

Ascended like

Wu, so coming down from

Mt. ZionSuperlogical this, superlogical that

Digital, take it back with superlogical rap

Have a shootout at midnight, the sequel's quicker

Forty four colt jolt, all you seen was the flicker

You distressed like the damsel, lost like little rascal

A flame couldn't generate the heat of a candle

Me, I be a

Killa Bee, keepin' exilery

Ol' play the desert e, shoot ten millime'

Master the millipede, you try to end the sea

Your body being found in the neighbor yard artillery

A black blind governor, a rich white mayor

Man, this whole city ain't got a prayer

Bobby has invaded, now the whole town's slated

Your decapitated head is being took and operated

Up and down the avenue,

I drive a shatterproof

Benz and all my men's are tattle proof

My mic is a dyke, my life is a light

A day to God is a thousand years, how long is a night?

You get trapped in my shadow of dark ark, who goes there?

Power-U smells like carp, don't put your nose there

Drop you to a tank of sharks, your wound's bleedin'

And it's been two weeks since they had their last feedin'

Ain't nothin' but bones, we plotted the sand

And spread it out, over twenty acres of land

Some call me steels, 'cause it's hard to bend me

C-Cypher Pigs can't apprehend me

In a no smokin' zone,

I smoke bones of hash

****** see me, then

I disappear in the flash

Next time

I'm spotted,

I got the fatter wallet

Movin' with a click that stick like dry porrage

Someone's been sittin' in my chair, who goes there?

To sub zero cold, your words can't flow here

Glaciers of ice, plus layers of spice

Say your prayers at night, 'fore you touch that mic