My temptation to hurt you is minimal
number 1, your pitiful
number 2, your practically invisible
writing this rap is spiritual, my mind has been a tool
im spillin the truth, it probably dont even sound familiar to you
i got this on lock like cops or your neighborhood watch
at any given moment i grab a mic and tear up the spot
its got-ten to the point where you cant get rid of this
real knowledge, im not talking about science and arithmetic
so bright that you need no flash when you picture it
pass the mic to(insert here)let 'em spit a bit, its ill as shit