when i step up ta battle
i procese you like meat from cattle
see sad thangs will never change
only rearrange or stay the same
me a virtual mc creates eternity
stops time for lyrical lines
spits rhymes through your mind
you think your down for mine
one of a kind lyrical nine
you just a weak punk biatch
still sucken a mean dick
you aint down like this
you aint maken it bliss
i rearange, put words in the game
create worlds a fame, maken you tha shame

PEACE OUT