Yo,i drop bombs against the mass,
never settle for second class,
straight ghetto,gun metal,
fly face,stelletos,
curves so superb,undescribable verbs,
occur when i transfer the poetics,
mixed with the genetics,
and collect this,
this young blitz,spits fire,no need for oven mitts,
and clips insert when i drop,its a desert,
a trifle to ya ears,
spit that fear,
listen real clear,
when i drop,ya ear drums pop,
see how the police start using glocks,
promoting gun violence coz i broke the silence.