The poetry is monumental, to rappers it's detrimental
Especially on this Neff instrumental
I'm super a Nintendo, shooting like an extendo-clip
Sick like i just threw up inside the benzo
Since i regurgitated my words on pages been serving haters
Like birds in cages and verbally catching murder cases
Premeditated homicide investigated, yellow tape and chalk lines
Feds dusting off my shell casings
Inside the vocal booth, live like the local news
Eye-witness, these rap guys is so confused
Popping percocets, rock a purse and dress
Rhyming bout violent crimes, dropping dimes on they first arrest
Yo this the verse of death, the cruxifixction of the music business
I spew lyrics that burn ya flesh, just- like fire and brimstone
Get expired like minutes on wireless flip phones
I'm too hot, and been had the juice ack, since Q dropped Tupac off of a roof top
Like old man Quiles aiming a pistol
I hold the microphone and bomb like scud missile
Got bomb metaphors all in my blood tissue
Overflowing like a fat boy sat in the tub with you
From Niagara Falls i'm signing off, like Dianna Ross
I supreme-good for you like steam and Irish Moss