Yo,when i drop,I'm causing lyrical genocide,
I menace weak Mc's until their weak in their knees,
and death resides where blood sheds,
but hiphop aint dead,
its these weak Mc's,
dubbing me prolific and gifted at flowing with ease,
i spit that drastic imag-ery,
so imagine thee,
lyrical wizard dropping knowledge,
quick witted,spit that logic,,
superior like gin and tonic,
my words are diabolicly brolic,
Ak,but not klashnekoff,
so back the fuck off,
Im like cemetary silence,
minus the coughs,
aint sayin im the boss,
but be aware when i drop,
aint no shots ringing out,
just all ears when im around,
and if you think you go it,
come drop it now...

Intoxication, my voicebox rocks the nation
Sweet affiliation, the Doe Or Die situation - Az