I'm the unknown suspect the Ghostface k**ah
John Doe gonna sell more the thriller
Purple piller but ya'll better respect my tech
And yes, it's my tape inspect ya deck
Rapping my, dude, is more than just a hobby
f** going digital but I produce like bobby
These I'll sk**s got me looking for a track that's hard
Half these rap cats bowing saying you God
Maybe a runaway cause I went and k**ed my master
Unique with the style I stayed plasterd
There's a Method Man better believe us
Rzarector, yes, like Big Baby Jesus
Leave you lost like atlantis, cut ya with the force
Of a praying mantis, can't even manage
We always have the advantage
Leave the emotional baggage at the door, help ya endure
This verbal beating, prosecuted in this grand jury proceeding
2004 beginning of a new error
Masta k**a with his 1st LP ever
2005, Common is back and alive
he brought soul back to the right hand side
2006 got to go with the clipse
Cocaine rap more raw than the frim biz ever did
2007 was nice, thanks to Sean Price
Jesus Christ plus the renaissance child
2008 was a rap birthday
EMc with their first steps on the earth
Way too long we waited for ya to coming
n***as still be 100 miles and running
2009 I can't define music is endless so is time
Destructive flow
I'ma chemical substance
Wit constructional abondence
My flow acts contagous
Plus punchlines outragous
Remembering thoughts
Essembled an tought
A war that we never faught
Or nee thing of the sort
Like money coming up short
But I ain't taking you to court
My pistol brings justice
I co*k it back an let the bullet jury discuss this
Should I hit I'm in the arm the leg ribs or head
A head shot is d**h penelty an the penelty is dead
Consequences have been feed nuff' said
You s** and if you think that you won you really lost
Slash you got two thumbs down and you think ya the bomb
Slash to identify a loser take look at there lines
Slash they act veteran but use the same sh** everytime
Slash fish fin thing king talking sh** bee stings
Slash breakfast dinner I'm the winner
Slash your a winner in your dreams
Slash final spoken words were dust to dust, ashes to ash
The mere consequences when you and I crossed paths
Destruction as I transform like prime octimus
The words apparently you speak are phosphorous
Viewed as semi enormous to the meek and weak
Conjured up spells to godly go against my techniques
Debris of the modern man that stand before judgment
Will receive a facial alignment for being defiant