I possess.......
A mind of a cynical mischief, wit an eye of untypical visions, 2 reach heights of my pinnacle limits/
I define a lyrical sickness, that'll rise your spiritual image, so just rewind this pivotal linguist, 2 revive your dying ambitions/
I collide wit these conspicous critics, who reply wit these primitive fiction,
full of bitterness gimmics/
But fuck um i ain't no innocent citizen, cuz 2 me i see ur jibberish limited, your illeterate not vigurous/
I'll diminish him, like a wizard trick post this bitch on tha injured list, cuz i request on my syllabus this death threat imminent/
And wit these rigurous, bitter-flicks I'll have u shivering, miserably, and wit this trigger squeeze witness me achieve my most profound "VICTORY"/