[00:28.14]Yo, first I sprinkle the verse
[00:29.28]By addin' words, rhymes
[00:30.48]Flippin 'em in a verse with lines
[00:31.68]Then I'ma hit 'em with terse rhyme
[00:32.73]Venom and then I'ma split 'em in half
[00:33.93]Feelin' my wrath
[00:34.47]Venturin' through parts of the South so dirty
[00:36.18]You'll want to be given a bath
[00:37.08]It's livin' a pathological lie to deny that I'm nice
[00:39.30]And the truth hurts (ow)
[00:40.35]Wearin' a blue shirt the best buy for the price
[00:42.12]To get six guys this live and nice on the mic
[00:44.04]So don't dis us because we're fly,
[00:45.33]Until you try what it's like
[00:46.50]I'm liable to slice at these emcee bastards
[00:48.51]Leaving their knees fractured
[00:49.44]Needin' every piece of their teeth re-crafted [Do it to 'em]
[00:51.57]So don't front 'cause I see past it
[00:53.01]You're harmless like Wolverine's adamantium claws
[00:55.02]When they're retracted [ching*]
[00:55.86]If the scene's backlit
[00:56.82]Or seems static, we'll wreak havoc
[00:58.14]We'll beat batter to keep rappin'
[00:59.31]A leech battle, a dream shatterer
[01:00.45]For three nanoseconds [damn]
[01:01.65]Count your paces, one step to Tonedeff
[01:03.24]You're Gone in Sixty Seconds like Nicholas Cage is
[01:04.80][Deacon]
[01:05.16]I'll leave you riddled with basics
[01:06.06]There's no need for complexity
[01:07.59]To be beside myself I need God next to me
[01:10.11]Just kiddin'
[01:10.83]I'm partially bull****tin'
[01:12.09]The only time I take a lost *****'s
[01:13.59]When I lose kittens
[01:14.64]I pitch **** past 'ya, no matter who's hittin
[01:16.80]I don't capsize boats,
[01:17.97]But I got crews flippin'
[01:19.20]You catch it? The message needs ****ization
[01:21.51]Step and your boys'll be pouring alcoholic libations
[01:23.91]I flew sick, you knew this
[01:25.11]I'll puzzle you, doofus
[01:26.19]**** mentally
[01:26.88]Stretch you into a physical Rubik's
[01:28.53]It'll take more than sticker rearrangement to change it
[01:30.90]His language is so strange, how do we contain it?
[01:33.24]You can't just paint this up upon the canvas
[01:35.58]Gotta get the mental picture
[01:36.57]To begin to understand this
[01:37.89]So anticipate defeat, delete chances
[01:40.14]Got your heads speared on lances
[01:41.40]Doin' burial dances [It's over]
[01:42.18][sankofa]
[01:42.48]I'm givin' body language speech impediments
[01:44.22]Each other threat causes confident cats to stutter-step
[01:46.71]Gutter reputation down to a size
[01:48.15]Too raw for porn overdubs, plate of leftovers
[01:50.70]Eat some warmed-over thugs
[01:51.87]A jaded wordsmith
[01:52.77]Bleeding ghostwriters' pens dry
[01:54.27]Get on other rappers' nerves
[01:55.50]Corroding dendrites
[01:56.64]When my thoughts connect
[01:57.66]You ought to step away fast
[01:58.92]It seems I gave cats "hey that's the way they make tracks" {"{"}?}
[02:01.47]Forget a scare, I'm not generous, kid
[02:03.21]Spit society of Nim and it didn't enlist {"{"}?}
[02:05.73]Independently sick
[02:06.72]And this is just a quick reminder
[02:08.04]If you was to pick a cipher
[02:09.18]Then I'll bus you quick to Rikers
[02:10.47]All expenses paid, no questions asked
[02:12.69]I'll get open in the cut and we can flesh your gash
[02:14.85]Can't relax, man, the last time I took a breather
[02:17.34]I got brought up on murder charges
[02:18.93]Start the crooked fever
[02:19.65][Kno]
[02:19.80]Hey yo, I'm not the fella to riff with
[02:21.27]I'm so nice Mr. Rogers sued my ass
[02:24.75]Roll with henchmen
[02:25.71]That will switch heads
[02:26.73]From wanna be thugs to 24/7 ***** kids
[02:29.25]Topping my ****list
[02:30.54]Producting cat bastards wantin' jiggy beats
[02:32.73]For some wack rappers
[02:34.08]Switch my style? Who you tryin'a play?
[02:35.79]My beats'll maraud yo' ass any time of day
[02:38.10]Like Deuce Bigalow's chick
[02:39.45]Whenever you do ****
[02:40.23]People see you and holler "That's one huge *****!"
[02:43.44]****, when the LP rolls out
[02:44.85]The Source'll be forced to make the quotables
[02:46.62]A three-page fold-out
[02:48.00]No doubt, I'm fed up with this wack ****
[02:49.98]Bombin' the next kid wearin' Abercrombie and Fitch
[02:52.38]And any jiggy rapper actin' fly on the radio's
[02:54.57]Gettin' pulled out of rotation like a Firestone radial
[02:57.00][Kashal Tee]
[02:57.42]Kashal Tee, the hip hop scene, I phat-in
[02:59.25]Not even my winner's belt keeps my jeans from saggin'
[03:01.71]It seems I'm raggin,
[03:02.58]But fiends been naggin' for my next release
[03:04.38]I apply all my expertise and make 'em extra pleased
[03:06.66]Even get the breaks to peace that makin' a brother feel this {"{"}?}
[03:09.24]All I do is independent, like double helix
[03:11.43]Sellin' out? Well I hope that you're not
[03:13.20]But how else could you afford all the soap that you drop?
[03:16.02]You can't **** wit me, yo, kid, look
[03:17.82]Takin' me out ain't no small feat, you ain't Bigfoot
[03:20.76]You should know who the heck you're facin'
[03:22.50]'cause my reputation leaves no room for speculation
[03:25.32]Now battle, is that you want to do?
[03:27.03]What kind of man are you?
[03:28.08]I bet you sit on the urinal too
[03:29.55]Now that it's proven to you
[03:30.60]They got a lot to tell us
[03:31.80]Them got your heart skippin' beats like acapellas
[03:34.11][Celph-titled]
[03:34.53]I be a mythic author
[03:35.46]Writing poems on tombstones
[03:37.11]Celph-Titled and *****, you couldn't bring home [Who's that?]
[03:39.33]I'm at the crib wit your ***** givin' me slow head
[03:41.34]Split you up in more pieces than when Jesus broke bread
[03:43.89]My clique is raw, be prepared when you meet us
[03:45.90]Kill an unborn baby and you still couldn't de-fetus (ooh)
[03:48.69]I don't battle with rhymes,
[03:49.86]I'd rather battle with nines
[03:51.03]Instead of using my mind
[03:52.17]I'd rather shatter your spine
[03:53.49]The closest you ever came to a punch line,
[03:55.59]Was waitin' for refreshments at the prom in '**
[03:57.93]I'm super crafty, super nasty, super raspy
[04:00.51]****in' *****es with super asscheeks
[04:02.55]You ****ing ******s don't know what raw speech is
[04:04.77]I beat a ***** until her whole body turn to cleavage
[04:07.26]I'm hyperactive so I drink decaffinated
[04:09.33]My left jab is fatal, leavin' cats decapitated

Yo, first I sprinkle the verse
By addin' words, rhymes
Flippin 'em in a verse with lines
Then I'ma hit 'em with terse rhyme
Venom and then I'ma split 'em in half
Feelin' my wrath
Venturin' through parts of the South so dirty
You'll want to be given a bath
It's livin' a pathological lie to deny that I'm nice
And the truth hurts (ow)
Wearin' a blue shirt the best buy for the price
To get six guys this live and nice on the mic
So don't dis us because we're fly,
Until you try what it's like
I'm liable to slice at these emcee bastards
Leaving their knees fractured
Needin' every piece of their teeth re-crafted
So don't front 'cause I see past it
You're harmless like Wolverine's adamantium claws
When they're retracted
If the scene's backlit
Or seems static, we'll wreak havoc
We'll beat batter to keep rappin'
A leech battle, a dream shatterer
For three nanoseconds
Count your paces, one step to Tonedeff
You're Gone in Sixty Seconds like Nicholas Cage is
I'll leave you riddled with basics
There's no need for complexity
To be beside myself I need God next to me
Just kiddin'
I'm partially bull****tin'
The only time I take a lost *****'s
When I lose kittens
I pitch **** past 'ya, no matter who's hittin
I don't capsize boats,
But I got crews flippin'
You catch it? The message needs ****ization
Step and your boys'll be pouring alcoholic libations
I flew sick, you knew this
I'll puzzle you, doofus
**** mentally
Stretch you into a physical Rubik's
It'll take more than sticker rearrangement to change it
His language is so strange, how do we contain it?
You can't just paint this up upon the canvas
Gotta get the mental picture
To begin to understand this
So anticipate defeat, delete chances
Got your heads speared on lances
Doin' burial dances
I'm givin' body language speech impediments
Each other threat causes confident cats to stutter-step
Gutter reputation down to a size
Too raw for porn overdubs, plate of leftovers
Eat some warmed-over thugs
A jaded wordsmith
Bleeding ghostwriters' pens dry
Get on other rappers' nerves
Corroding dendrites
When my thoughts connect
You ought to step away fast
It seems I gave cats "hey that's the way they make tracks" {"{"}?}
Forget a scare, I'm not generous, kid
Spit society of Nim and it didn't enlist {"{"}?}
Independently sick
And this is just a quick reminder
If you was to pick a cipher
Then I'll bus you quick to Rikers
All expenses paid, no questions asked
I'll get open in the cut and we can flesh your gash
Can't relax, man, the last time I took a breather
I got brought up on murder charges
Start the crooked fever
Hey yo, I'm not the fella to riff with
I'm so nice Mr. Rogers sued my ass
Roll with henchmen
That will switch heads
From wanna be thugs to 24/7 ***** kids
Topping my ****list
Producting cat bastards wantin' jiggy beats
For some wack rappers
Switch my style? Who you tryin'a play?
My beats'll maraud yo' ass any time of day
Like Deuce Bigalow's chick
Whenever you do ****
People see you and holler "That's one huge *****!"
****, when the LP rolls out
The Source'll be forced to make the quotables
A three-page fold-out
No doubt, I'm fed up with this wack ****
Bombin' the next kid wearin' Abercrombie and Fitch
And any jiggy rapper actin' fly on the radio's
Gettin' pulled out of rotation like a Firestone radial
Kashal Tee, the hip hop scene, I phat-in
Not even my winner's belt keeps my jeans from saggin'
It seems I'm raggin,
But fiends been naggin' for my next release
I apply all my expertise and make 'em extra pleased
Even get the breaks to peace that makin' a brother feel this {"{"}?}
All I do is independent, like double helix
Sellin' out? Well I hope that you're not
But how else could you afford all the soap that you drop?
You can't **** wit me, yo, kid, look
Takin' me out ain't no small feat, you ain't Bigfoot
You should know who the heck you're facin'
'cause my reputation leaves no room for speculation
Now battle, is that you want to do?
What kind of man are you?
I bet you sit on the urinal too
Now that it's proven to you
They got a lot to tell us
Them got your heart skippin' beats like acapellas
I be a mythic author
Writing poems on tombstones
Celph-Titled and *****, you couldn't bring home
I'm at the crib wit your ***** givin' me slow head
Split you up in more pieces than when Jesus broke bread
My clique is raw, be prepared when you meet us
Kill an unborn baby and you still couldn't de-fetus (ooh)
I don't battle with rhymes,
I'd rather battle with nines
Instead of using my mind
I'd rather shatter your spine
The closest you ever came to a punch line,
Was waitin' for refreshments at the prom in '**
I'm super crafty, super nasty, super raspy
****in' *****es with super asscheeks
You ****ing ******s don't know what raw speech is
I beat a ***** until her whole body turn to cleavage
I'm hyperactive so I drink decaffinated
My left jab is fatal, leavin' cats decapitated