Verse 1
Yo I got the smoothest of flows, on beat I'm never losin the doh
My style is unusual I know, no speedin along just cruisin slow
So I kick back relax throw away my setbacks allow my mind to relax
And focus on the rhythmatic dopeness, no longer a novice
As many people begin to notice
A k**a of the mic, zero influence from vanilla ice
I morph into a lyrical gorilla at night
Rhymin on the jazziest of beats, none as poetically nasty as me
I'll make a masterpiece with lots of words, I'm a zoologist I'm into all types of dogs and birds
I'm not into skin and bones, adopted a player mode to get in my zone
Deoderant tinted clothing to get a vixen home
Come on you know I'm great baby, I'm like the Irish pre98 shady
Verse 2
I swear I'll party till I die, my style changes with time a lyrical marty mccfly
I don't even try I just let the flow form, over the production of Jimi Bo Horne
See I'm not the talkiest of types or the rowdiest of guys
But I've the sk**s to body these mics despite these whack rappers preach the loudest of lies
Imagine me rockin an old school flow, I'm the sharpest in the shed but I'm no tool though
In no less than five minutes the ma** of my poetry turns my rhymes infinite
You ain' t got the sk** of this mucker, when they doubt me I simply k** the bugger
With one swing of my louieville slugger, I'm leavin the whole audience chilled and smothered
Born in belfast give it up your time is well pa**ed
I simply exterminate opponents with the verses I wager, while wearin the shades of the terminator
I'LL BE BACK!!!!!!