Yo my penmanship speaks VOLUMES like an exclamation
I'm all ova' just like a midnight Quiet Storm raido dedication
Cool calm and collected....I been elected to address the nation
My mic is connected which means whoever listens is about to be infected
The riddle I diddled puts weak ones in the Hospital
I don't love or hate you niggas....I'm more in the middle
Holding no regrets, I train men like pets
Scared of no threats...Please get vexed
So you can get "X'd" out like the last name of Malcolm Little
It was only a matter of time before they un did my latch
1985 was the year I was sent down to burn shit up like a struck match
Crack rap...Nah son I'm serving up a different batch
1/4 intellectual 1/2 pro black and 1/3 complex
Check the context and realize this is no contest
Most of you mc's couldn't even swallow half of what I digest
On a regular basis
I spit with the basics
So peep game....All your shit sounds the same
Same words just different faces
I'm on ya like CIA cell phone traces
Hot spots, heat rocks, sands in hourglasses and time clocks
It all stops when I grab hold
Throwin out more foul shit than a tornado twisin commode
You "PlayStations" while I Slay Nations!
Put the disc in....Please wait....As it begins to load
On the scene I explode and won't stop until my hand makes the mic erode
You over did it homes.....You're in the danger zone
And I'm in attack mode

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