The echo chamber enhance the flow wit the block party 
Keep an MC head spinning like Dark Bacardi 
This B.A.C. is 2.3 
Now the liver's damaged, but his lungs are joint free 
So inhale, exhale, breathe and get well 
Kick something live stop chirping like Nextel 
I'm All In Together, a swordsman forever 
I paint the town red, with many heads are severed 
R-A-W, I still bring trouble to 
Throw your raps in the sleephold, quick to snuggle you 
Dart heat your breastplate, meet ya death date 
Rook down a E4, look, it's checkmate 
No other way to describe a catastrophe 
The plan was drawing blood and displayed it graphically 
Direct order, hit the border, then slaughter 
Horrific torture, by prolific authors 
Shape and mold MC's, like I'm playing the skelly top 
It's getting 'hot in here' like the single that Nelly dropped 
So take ya clothes off, the track is so soft 
A little rock'll turn 'em into Ivan Koloff 
Why do the Gods make MC's study from 
Thirty five, and fifty year, then try to become 
Under the study with the sword above the head 
So he would keep in mind under the open pledge 

Fierce glisten, something so sharp 
Piercing, swords cling, the vigilante intimate 
Close combat, this is MC'ing at it's best 
But there is no contest, sent I'm this 
Speaking of a test, this and try to question this 
He so different with the swiftness, godfather civilization 
Shell casing, universal nation 
Could he be the one predicted, presidential sent in 
Old school soul to war us, be the growlest 
Asiatic arctic flow is so frigid 

Is it, the Zig Zag, I'mma pay you a visit 
Somehow mistake me as an old wise wizard 
World, I'm not the same 
I go somewhere, don't remember how I came 
Is it the weed, the hash or the 'caine? 
Or the Digi being stained on my brain 
Appear from a cloud of smoke, the voter's on choke 
If surrounded, seven men drop from one stroke 
Even if my feet was shackled down to one handcuff 
To defeat me, ten demons wouldn't be enough 
I sleep in the lion's den, without the steel iron 
Ascended like Wu, so coming down from Mt. Zion 
Superlogical this, superlogical that 
Digital, take it back with superlogical rap 
Have a shootout, at midnight, the sequel's quicker 
Forty four colt jolt, all you seen was the flicker 
You distressed like the damsal, lost like little Hansel 
Your flame couldn't generate the heat of a candle 
Me, I be a Killa Bee, keeping exilery 
Gold-plated desert e, shoot ten millime' 
Master the millipede, you try to end the sea 
Your body being found in the neighbor yard artillery 
A black blind governor, a rich white mayor 
Man, this whole city ain't got a prayer 
Bobby has invaded, now the whole town's slated 
Your decapitated head is being took and operated 
Up and down the avenue, I drive a shatterproof 
Benz, and all my men's are tattle proof 
My mic is a dyke, my life is a light 
A Day to God is a Thousand Years, how long is a night? 
You get trapped in my shadow of dark, ark, who goes there? 
Power-U smells like carp, don't put your nose there 
Drop you to a tank of sharks, your wound's bleeding 
And it's been two weeks since they had their last feeding 
Ain't nothing but bones, we plotted the sand 
And spread it out, over 20 acres of land 
Some call me Steels, cuz it's hard to bend me 
C-Cypher Pigs, can't apprehend me 
In a no smoking zone, I smoke bones of hash 
Niggas see me, then I disappear in the flash 
Next time I'm spotted, I got the fatter wallet 
Moving with a click that stick like dry porridge 
Someone's been sitting in my chair, who goes there? 
To sub zero cold, your words can't flow here 
Glaciers of ice, plus layers of spice 
Say your prayers at night, 'fore you touch that mic