Nuke: Microphone cypher ripper spitting the ridiculous rhythms/ Beyond the O.K. im a player of prolific divisions/ Spit lyricisms that critically condition your wisdom/ Spitting so many bars im building you a lyrical prison/ When compositions sex your writtens your feeling my friction/ tearing up pussy lines with dick rhymes for lyrical kittens/ Nukes spitting percision/... Spotting my lyrical victim/ with direct vision, and rock through her lyrical system/ Prolif a pigeon, with bird rhymes ubsurd lines for strangers/ spitting the herb rymes online like a cyber wangster/ I hear hearts racing, paragraphs split your formation like mathematic equations... my microphones blazing/ Cypher for the pavement/... Emancipation proclamation begin with a win and end statments of standing ovation/ Leave the track Bassing/... Prolif will fall in amazement, holding aces thats spaded bringing the pain to the jaded/. Need not provoke ya/... But if rap was poker I'd smoke her with aces and jokers/ Control culture as if my name was Sosa/. Fighting the dawn with my pen, suckas and bustas pretend/ My friends unlikely to bend under the pressure they fend/ Stressing the lessons of life undressing grin the lexuses spin gold chains faker than tin/ Im in it to win opponents fall again and again with competition simular to gin you tumble and spin/ hold no bars put throw scars whenever in battle a warrior on my sattle with ammo crushing the shadows she rattles/ Speak in sequence as royal as Pharoas, frequencies narrow lyrical apparel tear through you like arrows/ Never need weed my style is like trees, call me a wilderness/ so addicting whenever I breath, call me a cigarett/ Cold flows like high seas causing your ship to wreck/ attach to headphone jacks like I was nicorett/ Giving mics souls of destruction when taking hold/ Prolif is cold this moments gold, now actions are told/ Powerful notes/.. Flamboyant when annoyance afloat/ Ill like soar throats broken tight language from quotes/ Confuse her like a crack head to soap/ Public Speakers on Coke/.. A Reefa head with out his smokes/ Prolif will never be hard she's only clever to odds and the odds are gonna be against her when her mic is on/ Brittle bones in my palm, beats take the form of bombs, crush the mic, then evaporate her automatic arms/ Her weapons are gone her fear turns on she sobbs, the beginning is the end but the beggining was gone/ Im King of The Ring your a queen I'll send you a ticket/ Put on the stroll of Hunts Point and rename you Pro-Lick-it.
Prolif: i spit for furious thirsts! was that a serious verse?/ dawg, u fresh outta' school - u need experience first!!/ gimme' tha' mic back!! i'mma' slay u on ya' sig/ cause' i ain't mike jack., so i'ont play wit' no kids!/ wit' Lif u can't spar - leave a smear through ya' thoughts!/ privileged just to face me par, u only here by default!/ and change that icon!! nuthin' blowing up but ya' chances/ u a bygone! - so much for showing up and advancing!/ this dude's a fluke! i'm 'bout to trash ya' luck sessions/ how u a nuke? can't find ya mass destruct weapons!/ aiyo, i'm 'bout to end tha' lie that stay up in ya' mouf'/ how u claimming N-Y, but u stay up in tha' house!?/ aint never seen a gun! that's fiction brutality!/ so u a grad AND a thug?! c'mon, lets stick to reality!/ o, u aint think i'd find out? son, that b.s. is searchable/ only battle u ever won was on a PS2 virtual!!/ understand i'm iller - and my spits a lil' versatile/ calling u out Stan Miller! - yeah i get a lil' personal!!/ click ya' cursor wit' aggression, cause u asking for Lif'/ and don't make me post that message where u was' asking for tips!!/ choose the board or the booth, where u can die orally/ to Nukes i couldn't lose if i made it a pri-ority!!/ too clever yo - u know i could spit at ya' ma'dam/ and if u ever blow, it's only cause i split through ya atoms!/ and if u live through this bout, then go gel wit' mom's bruh/ cause u barely made it out, like this was Hotel Rawan-da!/
_________________________________________ "Too weird to live.... too rare to die..."