[Verse 1:]
Should I -have the more well known emcees on this release
Or maybe bring a new voice for the audience to meet
I could have the most radio friendly hooks and flows
But now know y'all ain't my friends in a minute turn foe
Because of the intrikit ways- the infinite displays
How my cadence moves and what my spirit has to say
I'ma tunnel rat - i'm a lip creatin' beats
I'm verbal combat - when challenged on these streets
I'ma meddafore - I don't sell in gospel stores
I'm milk crate - filled with 808's and beat breaks
Thought I told y'all - but y'all never really listened
I ain't here to bring unity - I was sent to cause division
And from that - some will get this highly twisted
Low lifes who open they mouths and start dissin'
Without really hearing - the message now communicated
The vs being finished - now you can all start hatin'

[Verse 2:]
I've combined my words with a passion that's rarely seen
Brought to the extreme length it's hard to catch a glimpse
Yes indeed I make the last minute stretch to fit my ability
And i'm realizin' now - I need a whole day's time
Infinitely, I make my rounds - 360 complete
Alleviate my bad dreams by never falling asleep
The insomniac on break beats y'all never want to meet
Seize ya whole compound to imprison ya whole fleet
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Endulge in stress matches spar with self esteem
I'm far from being conerned with being hard by industry
Standardz commander in chief
Keep my vessel clean - supremly spotless I got this M.I.
C. held too tight - thats why my words is sloppy when I write
For my eyes only and sound to recite
So if this truth is not for you - keep steppin smith
I hold rich words to serve out - poor penmanship

[Verse 3:]
I am now concerned about the after life - before death
Born into a dead world to speak life thru text
My rep, my steps and every exhaling breath
To make sure my name is displayed in the lambs book
Arranged in heavenly letters - put togetha in fine thought
Across golden lines - cause my soul'ez been bought
Sold to the highest bidda - who's blood stained cross
Freed the shackled mind - and made me a nine
Even tho I hold no cuss words - I swear on His promise
To return like a thief - and lay claim to the meek
I speak on topics relavant to earth worms of sorts
And unsheeth the written sword - of 66 books
Take a look - as we pass these last days at high speeds
We indeed are in need of these TR emceez
Now free to release - His word over beats
Sev Statik - poor penmanship - til the INK depletes

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