Every single verse i lace,
is set in place to be felt,
while most emcees are just a waste,

in dire need of a belt,
just give a little bit of effort,
with some practice to back it,

then you can rip it just like Skitz,
up in the house packin racket,
i am a beast up on the microphone,

collectin the lettuce,
and ive got love for all my capitol,
like dallas in texas,

same spot that i was born,
i moved to cali to craft,
like word shaped noodles in blue boxes,

and some cheese in a bag,
ive got nothing but respect,
for all these cats spittin raps,

and just like a telephonic documents,
ill shoot you the facts,
they say im ill,

but for real son,
im sore in the throat,
ive got a voice thats hoarse,

im kickin it with spurs and a rope,
ill have to beat you to the punch,
release the hook a bit faster,

in boxing, I am not the menace,
im the natural disaster,
and what im after,

is the credit, let the networking flower,
and get more fans than wind transformers that'll generate power.