"It's killin' me"
Please be clear. This is an invasion
Green Lantern in the lab

The invasion. The Bar Exam 2
"Green Lantern"



Last of the spitters
Hall of dope ^!$$%s from the past to present is sayin', "Next is Vishis"

I'm, one of the illest, the realest feel it
Competition isn't existence because I got venomous diction
You should toss your mic is my advice

You expect me to be scary cause you talkin' hype?
I'm like, how you gonna pump me up with no shottie then
How you gonna fist fight Floyd when you Gotti?

I'm the nice right hand Rueger specialist
Turn 'em into twins and I'll appear ambidextrous
Simultaneous, back and forth trigger movements

He bleedin' profusely
I've executed my execution
I got knowledge but I like violence and loot

Type to go to college
Not to learn, just to shoot a student
Kid Vishis

Nothin' fictitious
Talked your (*##$ into believin' my seed is nutritious
(Delicious ha ha ha)

Yep, then you went and kissed her like it don't matter
She went and swallowed my baby batter
You sick!

I know you been a (*##$
I hate you worse than fans hate Joe D. for pickin' Darko Milicic
I got a killer spit

River current flow
I'm as vicious as a pit
You a reappearing hoe

Sho' nuff I gotta go
Bruce Leroy to these decoys
Deep speech, each beat I seek and destroy

D-Boy
The city's prince, I'm really convinced
I'm up

To being as sick as Two Girls In A Cup (yuck!)
I leave these wack MCs alone
They won't be in it long

They only got so much time like a minute phone
Bring your lyrics home
Find you with your spirit gone

Outlined and scribbled
My nine spiral period


Idiot
I'm on some Frank Nitty, big willie %#@!
Bout his bread

Bout he get you dead and I'm serious!



Delirious
Beats be the eeriest
Hand on my balls

The Boyz N The Hood know my style like Furious
I fight dirty
I'm Ike scurvy

I'll slap a (*##$
It's obviously like blood on a white jersey
Don't go and have an accident

Christ Passion-ate
You little boys invite me to spaz
I'm right on your $$#

I Mike-Jackson-it
My (*##$ Nina Ross constantly lookin' for #~!!@
You don't push me that pistol is !@() accurate

The lights flashin' in the night from the chain
Like it's lightening
(*##$es suckin' up to me

My life is a Dyson
The chicken with me is a knockout like she a Tyson
But like she enticing
Bright like the ice in a brightlin
The Feds buggin' like I'm lice

Whenever we chop it up
Like I'm dice
And I gas like I'm nitrous
I'm on top like I'm icing
What you not nice is

The block price is higher than the rock pipe is
George Bush that button like the Iraq crisis
I'm Ted Diabiase
I cop it
It's not priceless

Insane in the membrane
I'm sittin' on top of "Sugar Hill" like AZ but I'm not Cypress
You got a light for the blunt?
Fire up
Call me Poppa Big Willie/pop a big wheely like the bike front tire up

Me and Vish ^!$$%
We in tip top shape
Myspace
I stay in a (*##$ top eight
The only question I ask you (*##$ ^!$$%s is, "Why hate? "
The handle on the pistol is pearly like God's gate

Y'all ^!$$%s sound fishy but you're really squad bait
These Guccis, these ain't Chuckies/Chuckys but this is Child's Play