hypnotical word play that will make u glance//
an impossible structure as i take my stance//
try breaking down my walls u don't have a chance//
standing ova 6 feet tall, proudly glaring//
sizeing up my opponent, aggressive staring//
niggaz behind him, eventually daring him//
to take me on, now were squaring//
As i prepare to hit him with a crunch-line//
i can see this bitch doesn't have a punch-line//
i take full advantage of this disability//
flip my script, he's lost his visibility//
like a bullet from a gun, i hit him hard//
he feels the hit, emotionally scar'd//
Now i've discard a member of the rap society//
every nigga watching, has props for me//
i move gracefully into the next round//
like in a morgue i make no sound//
i think of my word play on how to cuss this dick out//
as he take to the mic, all he can do is shout//
i laugh in suspense and hit the high note//
laugh at his shit and make him write down what i quote//
hand the mic back, and ask for the shit he wrote//
pocket the paper and light up a smoke//
i know he's out, and i have no remorse//
he looks into the crowd, theres a silent pause//
he's choking up the words he thought would hit me//
but like in the western times, theres only one of us who can run this city//
blissfully n skillful, i nod with respect//
i've fucked this guy completely, with out one fucking regret...