listen j-flo, you cant spit the illest,
you a signed mc? you jus actin the sillyist,
i spit 60 bars of pure heat, jus check the sentence,
you, unlikely to make it out alive from the dentist,
this aint american idol, so why you tryna be the best,
listen bitch, ill end your rhymes, im like death,
a psycho~logical~records genius, im spittin sick shit,
you trippin, like you did 10g's of that special k shit,
i slang from my house, while you boojie bitches sit n cry,
this cat's got an un~matched talent,
lyrically i can knock any motherfucker off of balance,
a s~l~o~w s~p~i~t~t~e~r, yeah thats pretty much the definition of you,
kid, go back to your mom, you aint signed to no record~label, thats true,

im beyond the hatin, beyond the waitin game,
these little bitches all act and sound the same,
its funny, i could spit one bar, and make you all embarressed,
im a world dominator, and ill rip out any motherfuckers larynix,
you take it, you listen to it, and then you rewind it,
hear it ten times over, and it sounds different,
what i spit is only the illest and mostly the truth,
like when my bro, dom died, it was the same as what happend to proof,
im tellin ya, ive been there n seen it all,
so when you try and say your signed to a company, step to the call,

you pretty shitty, like a kid that got arrested for doin nothing,
you a fake, tryna maintain a system, like you real or something,
wanna see what happens to a bitch ass nigger, just think of SP,
or, was he before your time? i cant recall but you soundin wheezy,
like you outa breath...............wait, from one whack verse?,
come on, mister, im signed to G.E., mister, i can make a nigga disperse,
ill make you disapeer, slay you, like the war in kiro,
match my finger~prints to your death, there is none, bcuz im a pyro,
usin a laserpointer, ill burn your optic nerves in seconds,
see, i only spit some of the killer shit, im trained, to use military weapons,
wherever i go i got bitches screamin, "hes so ill",
thats the sign of a true genius, the one you cant kill.

theres a fucking triple verse ya'll can think on, and j-flo, just stop before you make yourself look like a retard, because kid, i checked out g.e. and you aint on there, so while you still tryin to think your hardcore, and a true thug, think about what you sayin, before you say it, and if you really are signed to a record label, why dont we here of any of it? bring some others from g.e., ill kill those bitches too, i heard one track, and couldnt stop laughin my ass off, you all try to hard, tryna look like some real thugs in your pictures, but now im out, so if you got the balls, go, get your bitch ass nigger friends, and lets do this real style.

UNCLE HOWIE RECORDS - met
PSYCHOLOGICAL RECORDS - met
PROLIFIC 1'S RECORDS - local, n who im with

Wait for it... I'm low on time...

wear bling unique plus bring the heat when i cling to the streets your rhymes end prematurely dang blend not securely fasten to microphones so put your seat belt on my heat is felt strong i have corrrect wisdom that prevail but you have mechanisms that fail dawg