fist of the dread, clear Cutting emcees like McMillan and Blodell, so go tell a friend, and so on and so on The movement of this Dreaded Fist no longer
listen to rap metal We can agree to settle this like gentlemen Or you can try to defy and get beheaded when I swing my syntax like a simitar Similar to sinbad, you'll get
vinyl then bought Bounce off EBAY I'm sick of headwraps...they meditate on rhymes Swing lead bats...to elevate their minds Get back...Emcees ain't
applied fist to this mic, device is priceless think twice if you wanna piece of this, get you ferverous check your fahrenheit i'm tearing mics, crews get
Stay on the sonar with crowbars to open minds There's a ladder you're supposed to climb Approach a Rhymesayer with a Buggsy Siegel sized ego You gon' get
from his fist he doesn't know how to clutch You wanna treat it like a playground? Well we can joke about your take down And let your pride get hurt
If you could see the things that my eyes have seen You'd get a better understanding of the things that motivate me I've been to many places, I've seen
incense I'm intense, shit vibin' like a sixth sense Lyrics mutilated like X-men Shower ya, devour ya, technique algebra Smoothness, movements, halloed in the matrix Fist
sham shirt So step back, cause you gonna get slammed, squirt (I got ta) get on the floor with a fly step (I got ta) come on strong like a bicep (I got ta) ball up my fist
version of paranoia kingpin set in motion by the secondhand pressure Some get excited when the sun folds under Some get excited when the summer hits the pavement Some get
mother was a rider I was born wit my fists balled up, I'ma fighter Inspired, a real rhyme writer Get past the past the future looks brighter But, I wanna get
criminal brushin' the shores Tuck in your jaw If your confidence is lower, minus lead blower sinus flaired to the smallest odor Tried to get open but
nice, they got some ice Let's get the dice and roll 'em, get 'em girls They getting chips, they flippin' bricks Get the Rots and Pits, tell 'em, get '
kit, flyin with a boombox pack wit' clips Faggots wanna ratta tat tatter this And a PT cruiser he creed lucifer Here comes the booster bruiser, betta get used to losin movement
for what I feel I cannot describe Why can no one understand this I climbed the ladder stair by stair I hoped that I would get somewhere I found that movement
Killarmy blaze inside of the twilight You better get ya lines right Half of these crabs can't even rhyme right Which dart slows With body movement and
cause you got soul, we got soul Big shouts to the haters on the side steady gabbin' They don't understand I love music with a passion Made a lot of sacrifices tryna get
it, just set it off Yo, after this, there's no turning back I'm saying, just set it off Physical paralysis, open your chest like a chalice MC's couldn't strike movements