i m virtuoso i m virtuoso my brain is the deadzone virtuoso so hard that i punch rocks in the same casual manner factory workers punch clocks it s mister slick the sound of my voice make chicks lick they lips and twists they hips i forced the hands of father time back to the days when rappers still bothered to author rhymes i keep my technique under raps perhaps my vocal liquidation gets the loudest ovation by makin thunder claps so none of that talk about gats i speak decent sweep kick the bitch til musical style switch devil ray of notes sprayin throats wid laser quotes raisin goats to headbutt you off the bridge of your own song i m so strong the government made an attempt to snatch both arms off virt then throw bombs but you still in the persian gulf if y all suckas got juice then i m submerged in pulp you sayin virtuoso this and virtusos that but ya chick and her click say virtuoso s the mack you know that city slide be makin me weak so i skate for three weeks then meditate on the beach my speech is a vicious diatribe you better off takin a sip of cyanide than tradin blows wid the odd hog the real aim is for us to make changes stead of dwellin on the past in anguish that s dangerous threaten my life and you ll see what the knuckle does leave you and ya man laid out like a couple rugs sucka what i cut you up into cubes over the groove so don t be grimmin like you got somethin to lose tough guys don t look in my eyes cause i don t see men unless i spray a thick chick with the se men i see them haters ask what happened to incinerator i burn they epidermis surface til they skin s a crater i been a major innovator since a young child i write r b rock and roll and rap dumb styles so if you are one sided of you ain t gon find it virtuoso s open minded and it ain t gon hide it soon as i made a dance rap they said i m too commercial love to see em shakin no replacement for some universal appeal y all need a few rehearsals for real sing and produce get to it and kick the verse like i feel don t even attempt to touch ya brush to my mental canvas that s paintin a landscape landless and doin a handstand handless it just can t be done i m aptly hung wid a fancy tongue began the bridge at the silver plated guerilla native sayin virtuoso i bombed out by techniques that s so fly i got compound eyes the light it spark three l s the tiger shark le gal can make you hear my flow forever like ya ear s a sea shell scratching of the lines virtuoso start rippin em mr lif i m omnipotent 