[Verse]
I break necks and rip in the brain, yes,
I'm living to make cheques, but given what paid less,

I stay stressed but winning the great test,
Getting ready and steady for dominion of apex,
I taste death, and I flow tight,

If I don't write, I'd have no control of what the $#&@ I say next,
In the same breath, I would kick a verse twice,
Spit it back in backwards, memorize the words right,

Your worst nightmare, fighting so grand,
With nothing but mother$#&@ing little mic in my hand,
I hold a javelin weapon,

Only stabbing intestines of every damn wack battle contestant,
With the caliber mentioned, every track I invented,
Every rap, every sentence, that I merely managed to blend with,

I'm making amateurs breathless,
I do backflips blindfolded when I travel dimensions.


Cheers.