In stretched my arms towards the sky like blades of tall grass The sun beat in between my shoulders like carnival drums I sat still in hopes that it would help my
'm 'bout to spit a feelin' Cuz me and Turbo Nemesis are soon to be arthritic villains Still instillin' hatred, Laced with manifesto modes And our back beat's to beat your heart beat off beat
how I kill the beef Heart racing, spilled this beat out the bag Grew the flower, killed the weed Blew the powder, grew my power with the will of my speech My
hip-hop I do it for hip-hop Yeah, I do it for hip-hop Now this is what they call poetry in motion My soul bleeds on the paper, heart screams with emotion This my
45 that I started thinking clear/ Concern, anger, sadness, and now my heart is blinking tears/ Take these necessary steps to my art can reach my peers/ I?ve abused my
nigga Iron Lung, ladies and gentlemen Welcome to my torture chamber, pit and the pendulum Foul play, T 2000 be "Judgement Day" Face millenium - hell to pay My
my Brownsville niggaz! {The alcoholics son} What's goin on, son? Peace to all my Putnam Avenue motherfuckers! Bedford-stuy! (Yeah, peace to the valley goat..) Peace to my
reality Grahically, my killer bee family stings the galaxy Insanity, titanium stomach, devourin guiness My flesh is solid stone despite my outer appearance Still
sting like a viper Rollin' with the rhythm, I did it for my opponent If there was a crown to be taken, yea, I would own it Believe that my rhyme is spoken like it has to be
packed rap Bite it, stomp on a beat Posess hollow head battle teeth Tony Atlas Wu status, now, wisdom to the masses [RZA] Cock back my tongue like a hammer, my
twist and turn with this beat that I kick it South River, Trax East Fuck with me you'll be deceased 6 foot underground is where you'll be to say the least
gonna get you popped, probably get your ass killed I see you little motherfuckers, up in it, can't chill I hear your heart pumpin brothers don't think
really My home kept skep n my folks so eary So hardworkin that my bones still reary Fall in the club then the hoes start cheerin So hear me, hear me,
my name and my status but I remain as the baddest motherfucker 's established and I 'm still at it grounding that Hennessey straight popping that still mad at Down at my
like rootbeer and she popped her gum and arched her back hell marysville ain't nothing but a wide spot in the road some night my heart pounds just like