you aint heard of me coz im hot to tha core,
underground where i melt wack mcs like its a chore
i'll take a bullet in the chest like a prick to the finger,
when im gone real peeps miss me but i wont die i'll linger
like pac, biggie, pun, my rhymes will be heard,
remixed, quoted an an twisted in peoples own little words
you cant see me you're blind to my wonderful ways,
my watches an chains are like ice but i can still catch them rays
im a rhyme commando fuck what syke said
if ya'll kool to death then i'm already dead.