[Verse 1]
I appear with no fear, without shedding a tear
Guzzle MCs like beer
I've been here for, like, a year
Yet I still get little recognition whenever they listen
To the verses that I'm spitting in the kitchen
It's all good, because I'm about to go off on the attack, Jack
I smack you till your face is black for the sk**s you lack
This here's what I call my "Moment of Truth"
Like G-A-N-G Starr when I step into the booth
R.I.P. to Guru, your style is doo-doo
I rocked the Golden Jaguar while ya'll was rocking tutus
Your rhymes s** while you was speaking in Zulu
This rhyme technique's got you put in a voodoo
A curse that I've placed on each verse since birth
But wait, it gets worse when you might be needing a nurse first
Before you cease to ever exist on this earth
Get your corpse off my turf before I continue to make it hurt
[Verse 2]
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
The preacher with the lyrics, call me the reverend
Better yet, a God who made this beat like Heaven
While ya'll are doing dances like Almighty Evan
I meant Evan Almighty, check the flow from the nineties
You can taste the pepperjack rhymes like they're spicy
Hot, the next B.I.G. except I'll never get shot
Interested in the rap since I was a young tot
Older now, I perfect the rhymes with grace
Making me an ace and you a disgrace
Or better yet a +Black Sheep+, +The Choice Is Yours+
Do you wanna back off or do you want more?
Cause my rhymes demonic, doper than chronic, faster than Sonic
Spit one, and I set off bombs so atomic
Like Japan, and then it's a wrap like Saran
You're now hearing this from the lyrically insane man
More like sicko-psycho, when I'm on the mic, yo
Letting off the words like bullets from a rifle
When I'm on my a**ault, I'm unable to halt
Pay very close attention as the style exalts
With the mic in my hand, my lyrics are never bland
Life's never been this grand, and we will never disband
Like rock bands, I make more noise like guitars
If you don't believe me, check what I did with 32 bars
[Verse 3]
There was anticipation in the annihilation
Of your nation and every bit of it's civilization
Rhymes bring devastation into your situation
Causing your lack of population and next your dissipation
Into sand, I disband the bland who stand
Got them all banned and canned from my lyric stand
You never listened to the rhythm when I've arisen
Now you're unforgiven, now it's my mission to do the division
And conquer, I come harder and sharper
Than the blade, never needing body armor
The different kind of knight who writes and ignites
With the words that smite and take flight into the night
[Verse 4]
510, where's the fire? It's coming from me, the MC 4 Hire
Like Spencer, a.k.a. Mr. Career Ender
Exposing all fake ones just like gender benders
As I throw in the perfect rhymes and mix them in a blender
Then spit them at contenders in case they refuse to surrender
They don't remember that I'm colder than December
They best surrender or get caught in the storm center
Where I'm the Hurricane bringing forth lyrical rain
Hard enough to bring pain onto Lil Wayne
I've wrote a milli rhymes consisting of milli lines
Milli times and k**ing them all like milli crimes
Mafioso, a.k.a. Mr. Flow Virtuoso
Never roll with a crew, cause I prefer solo
Listen to the flow because real hip-hop is reborn
Should've been born in the year hip-hop was born
Oh well, can't change history, right now, I smell victory
Smoked the beat like rotisserie, the rhyme is my liberty