yo ma verse................
it's rise,steppin up,to murder weak emcees/
causing a masked 'illusion' as i bring y'all to your knees/
on the verge of destruction,create mass discrepancy/
surreal homosexuality,is illusions true identity/
as i,cut through phases,to tackle the time/
i shrug n penetrate da pain,to fix ya spine/
leave spots dropping deadly thoughts projecting da boss/
crucify ma verse to bow ya head or ya left wif worse/
channeling through screen as i escape like a beam/
knuckle,buckle n i chuckle as i repeatedly squash ya dream/
make it seem like it's pictured as a boxing scene/
but da real tactics begins as i expose ma instinct /
by attacking you wif twin blades crushing wif spades/
hemorrhage you totally n let u r existence fade/
grave spirits as it's soft to make me chill/
to calm myself i sniff cocaine until ma nose fill/
and that's how i finish ma drill/
coz i was born to kill/
releasing this curse/
to immerse true immortality,like it's a technique/
it's my own sense of morality/defeating the weak/
standing tall roaring to all ma disciples/
sayin it's da time to smell victory making your souls concrete/