The best mc's know I flow like the breeze
When I grip the trigger and squeeze
You gettin killed with ease
Leave you disfigured like that flesh eating disease
We buzzin like killa bee's
Rollin up blunts smokin' em chronic trees
All I be hearing is Stop.Dont. Please!
When you notice the desert ez.
You snitches best stop lying
I have yah moms and pops crying.
When I blow your head off yah neck like dandelions.
Dont get caught up in the rapture
One wrong move and you'll be captured
And I leave you holy like a pastor
Now all you fake mc's kneel to the freestylin master.
My flow is bone crushin when bumping out the speakers,
and leave you feeling hot, like we bustin out them heaters
I rearrange your body and change your facial features.
Watch the whole world go silent when I start to speak
Cuz my voice expands over valleys and peaks
But dont misjudge me cuz when it comes to the beef
I bring filet mignon back to the motha fuckin street.
When its come to freestylin you might as well quit
I start spitting flames make you sweat where you sit.
The Ice on my wrists glissen in yo eyes
When I take that shit off my body tempture rise.
Ya best not step or provoke
Cuz I be making joke mc's choke on my rhymes like smoke.
So when I stop spitting they like "That was Dope".
I'll haunt you playas till you feeling curse
And just when you think shit cant get worse
I start to burst and finish you off with just one verse
Then watch you leave in that long black herse.
Joel Daigle Sept18th,2007
