on your mark get set go the rest flow is just s o s o so am i the best i guess so i rhyme like my ribs and my stomach touchin gain pounds on these clowns like a hundred somethin behold the prophecy peep the mold in my philosophy deep contemplate crime playing for keep elevate and reconstruct got rhymes that erupt from my brain and then they drain right into a cup from which i drink then i think deeper in and it ll sink from a dark hall in my skull and then into ink that s a old school metaphorical phrase i shit shower and shave then its time to get paid get out of the way i m like a bat out of hell how i m hitting these hoes you swear a nigga just got out of jail i mma mc slash stick up kid ask bishop all the shit i did i ain t playing with em when i spit the room temperature change i am what many consider a spitter of flames when i spit the room temperature change what niggas done did to the game the shit is a shame when i spit the room temperature change i am what many consider a spitter of flames when i spit the room temperature change what niggas done did to the game the shit is a shame we could discuss disgust plus lust and what it does to us not only bust cause i must i bust cause i love the rush plus checks that i collect to bust techs at suspects marksmen in the linen we don t come off as roughnecks sick sick sick sick sick shit the flow is flowing fluid like liquid even jamaicans be saying my shit wicked ya ll should believe me i shoudln t even have to kicked shit but look you still lying in your raps and always acting like you dying for some action but we really know you not though you not no vato loco you a twat bro for sho i mma get rich or die tryin like fifty even if i gotta do something that tight risky pass me the hen bitch i don t like wisky my gun snap crackle and pop like rice crispy  when i spit the room temperature change i am what many consider a spitter of flames when i spit the room temperature change what niggas done did to the game the shit is a shame when i spit the room temperature change i am what many consider a spitter of flames when i spit the room temperature change what niggas done did to the game the shit is a shame i flex on your entire set rhyme in nine different dialects fire techs aim where your knee and your thigh connects i contracting like isometric exercise let s collide last nigga that tried molecular fried beside i can see in your eyes you petrifried i mma let you slide without a lyrical hex supply lets decide niggas fall short like a midget on a ball court coming with that wack rap that store bought when i spit the room temperature change i am what many consider a spitter of flames when i spit the room temperature change what niggas done did to the game the shit is a shame when i spit the room temperature change i am what many consider a spitter of flames when i spit the room temperature change what niggas done did to the game the shit is a shame1