N/A - Bloodsport Pt. II lyrics

I was a child writing sonnets, acquiring higher knowledge While you fuccbois couldn't grow up with hydroponics- You marks better tuck in your chain and hide your wallets If not, you put your shine on the line like fiber optics- (High exalted) The man of the final hour Try to flip the script and I'm climbing behind the counter- The only way that I drop it's like Eisenhower Cause the radio's been ticking me off; no Geiger Counter- My fire power scorches sh** like in the torture skit I can take you out of this world as quick as Morpheus- Form a first and send an MC-Fly'in back Cause his DeLorean's the only one to make a fire track- I treat a cypher with cats like MILF huntin' Those pussies can claim that they're tight till I fist f** ‘em- So keep sniffin' my lines; my sh**'s bumpin' These lips spit out more pies than a brick oven-