Ain't hard to tell beat

Rhyming apostle/
my writing close to the edge and hostile/
got hostages on the radio, the host who kills/
listener's hearing frequency, send chills/
across spines even MIKE UTLEY feels/ ( Paralyzed detriot football player)
i do classical raps/
subliminal traps/
which brings strategical stats/
that stimulates lyrical pads/
to breath life into mortal's pens/
meet the maker in the next portal's den/
only for the strong at heart/
dungeons full of lost art/
closed, MOSES couldn't PART/
with NOAH'S ARK/
i'm flooding the notebooks\
with rhymes so sick it drowns/
biters and crooks\
coped the style and sounds/
MOBB DEEP terminology, THE SHOOK/
when i see them around/