Try to identufy the man in front of ya
But it ain't the role the gear
Swift intellectionist with pleny ya
Bite if it's dark I'll spark
I throw a mic in the crowd it's a question
I got the answer..it includes
A glass of a master that has to
make musical massacre..."
Attack your wack 'till it's handicapped,
You'll never hold the mic again,
'Cause every rapper that comes,
Put a record to his neck,
Slice from ear to ear- so 'till can hear better,
Before he bleed to death,
And you can see quick and thick
As I get deep in the rhyme
at the end you'll find it's
I hold the mic as hostage,
Rhymes'll punish 'em 'cause they
then explain then I hand him
A redhot microphone...that's how
Rhymes call information(?), unite
Like a platoon putting bullet
If ya curse me, it ain't no mercy,
I took a kid and cut off his eyelid,
Kill him slow so he could see what I did,
And if he don't understand what I said,
I'm pushing his eye balls
way to the back of his head
So he can see what he's getting into,
A journey is coming 'cause
A place harder to find but
I ran a brainscan to locate his game plan,
When I'm through with his brain
Did he lose his mind or lost in his mind,
But this ain't the lost and found
Your foundation; coasting, your mind is
Drifting, in slow motion..frozen,
Looks like another murder
Too late to send out a search party,
Once ya out of ya head then
but he still get trapped, so
at the end you'll find it's The Punisher

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Get now(are) performed like surgery,
My intellect wrecks and disconnects your cerebral cortex,
Your conscience becomes sub- conscious,
Soon your response is nonsense
The last words are blurred,
Then your verbs are no longer heard,
You get your lung fried so good you're tongue- tied,
The couldn't swing or hang so
Reincarnate him, and kill him again,
again and again, again and again
I leave him in the mausoleum
I got a dead- MC'ing museum,
I cremate 'em and complicate 'em,
You can't save 'em...there's no ultamatum,
Mic's lay around full of ashes,
with the victim's name in slashes,
Got a long list and I'm a