>thats some regal shit, I despise evil-chicks
>try to kill ya con-fi-dence, sorry, gotta leave-you miss...

Yo,One time to confine all the ladys in 1 line,
and assign them to cover mine,
i corrupt minds,
with rhymatic nines that cause conflict like stop signs,
i stop time with that shit make you drop dimes,
and pop tyres with that motion that causes commotion
and a little taste of grace and show ma face,
know if i grow,i contradict world wide conflict,
and expect the unexpected that leaves you standing corrected,one.