my minds eye glides through time to find rhymes
my sublime style shines, right beside the divine
einstein epihanys, are simple to me
thats why my flows are like the mississippi
im rakim n nas, with a twist of lemon lime
strike like a KING COBRA, with these venom lines
hysteria reppin, kill you n bury the weapon
scarin the wretched,with the terror im spreadin
unfiltered funk sent from above the stratosphere
spittin russian AKs,like my name was vladimir
yeah my mouth is a gun,with unlimited clips
delivering the meaning of hell,like triplin six
our crew got pit bull grip but yall spit bull shit
we improve n prove it,but yall are glued to dicks
but we will ride,like doc holiday n the gang
yall romo cowboys can get jessica simpson banged