My rap hype travels through my finger tips allowing me to write then type these things
Along with christening mics
Havin me lookin like...
The Black Marshall for you all to look and Marvel as I roll through this game like a sack of Marbles
Def words you quote create smoke as I 3-Wheel Motion the hunnid' spoke' then burn ya faster than a pack of Marlboros
Put 6 million on the chameleon who swings with lefts, but connects with rights
Put 6 million on the Afro-Sicilian whose veins stay cold blooded making him resemble some villain....somethin reptilian
Come poly at the Pavilion as I shed light on the hood like "Ghetto Birds"
I'm simply a creature of habitat
A naturally born acrobat whose havin' that flow flip... nouns, adjectives, and verbs
Hit man precision silencing herbs through violence with words

Take notice of this novice who keeps pens in motion making their movements ferocious
The streets are flooded with stank mc's who got tha' halitosis
Yet and still...My ill will gave me a license to kill
Brakin cats down internally faster than osmosis
Rockin over any obstacle
20/20 optical, which means I'm always in focus
Tonight I write and watch flames ignite
Blazing pages on contact and sight
I'm ready
Even though knees shake, palms are sweaty, and the air's thick...
Sure I'm nice to look at, but physically hard to 'read' like Swahili or Arabic
OKAY PLAY is where the dead stay
My flow turns nigas into red clay
Just like an Atlanta contruction square brick
The heat be for the quick, plus the real ill never get well
Only stay sick submerged in raw dopeness

Cold Blooded