These MCs are abolished, disassembled, demolished, pure silence, graduate of murder college,
the mic is a utensil for my heart and my soul, radiated from concentrated anger inside,
leaving MCs stagnated, buried alive, just kick back your feet and just enjoy the ride,
the world I live in is just a path to the soul, a bridge between the new and cahoots with the old,
most of the fabrications that you claim in this fact, just expose the truth about the booth and
the cash, the spit rhymes nowadays praise the weak and the wack, superficial and artificial
down to the gristle, talking bad about hammer but that's all I see, rock basses, replacements
on the MIC, I'm official, I put the issue, taking the laws, rewriting and reconstructing every word
that I saw, so it's easy to read for all, poetry for the cause, all pushed for one reason, divided
we fall, terminated for hire, poltergeist on call, temporarily hitting like I'm frozen in ice,
protecting my vintage ears from the words you recite, comparing to what I'm hearing,
being frozen is nice, cars, bars and stars, ice and replica mites, duplicates gone sour if you
have my sight, if only for an hour you could feel a piece of the flight, that lifts up the soul like
strong winds and tights, Hannibal was a cannibal, Hitler was haunted, exonerated and flaunted,
corrupted, spartan, underrated and taunted, but still I'm anointed, maybe one day you could grab
the mic and then say, I made it, my nigga never thought I'd reach this day, I served, they finally
gave me what I deserved, they loving my style, my profile, rhymes and my words, I humble myself
cause finally I'm recognized, as one of the greatest MC's of all time, cause MC's I abolish,
wipe em like shoe polish, disassemble, demolish all rhymes, no violence, I'm in this to get minds
outed, scream and shout to the clouds, tell em about it, born for the mic, ready for the hustle,
came up in here just to show you the formula, I bust too, DPG, they forgot we MC's, that's all we
DPG's, expressed to flex this poetry muscle, music from Snoop, business from russel, Rhymes I was
trained to hit like Frank trains, go Apes main, one of the greats main, tell you something else
you should already know, it was already in stone when I came in the door, MC's I demolish, silence
And then abolish, wipe em like shoe polish
Lyrics with no violence, violence, violence, violence
