Yea,Ak,
this be the lyrical guru,
i move through,
objects in whichever form i choose to,
and kill time,
with similies,
whateva you please,
just request then i supress your mind with the answer i seize,
my voice stretches over seas,
overcome the worst,
spit bursts of this disease,
lyrical herpes,
i catch on quicker then supermalt,
no musical fault,
my concerto alerts you,
yo,i can hurt dudes,
smack em in the cabbage,
with the back of the rifle,
my dome spins winds like cyclones,
im mic prone,
and this lifeless tone,
directs ya ears at the lyrics,
coz i spit street and physics,
a rhyme clinic,
a hiphop picnic,
for you to witness like a civic,
i got potential,
but its hard for you to witness,
i could spit on,
express through song,
poetry i spill coz im ill,
and my mind move on.