Once again its that verbal magician/ so pay attention, closely listen/ to this this tongue twistin, illusions, and word flippin/ biting fruit from my tree is forbidden/ you make mistakes/ listenin to snakes,well good riddance/ Ill let you finish after i complete your death sentence/ sharp shooter throw you in the sky, blast you like a clay pigeon/ from long distance, marksman precision/ including the sink, ill hit you with everything in the kitchen/ in your back ill create my incision, and pull your spin out/ rise and cry out, as my ritual tradition/ cuz yes, im the predator/ severe the head of any competitor/ challengers, opponents, adversaries, etc./ who's that dark melanin, impenetrable exoskeleton/ kid thats flippin wigs? better let him in/ before he tears the roof off the earths gravity/ and unbearable atmospheric pressure splatter our anatomy/ one man single-handedly how can it be?/ Alexander the greatest conqueror that humanity will ever see/ in the world of insanity/ this is madness, no this is sparta/ kick you in the hole, of the legend im the author/ some might say a mythological monster/ and his words come back to haunt you/ missiles drool from my mouth unannounced/ like the undetected stealth bomber/ seek and destroy selected targets/ children of the corn, you're invited to the harvest/ while kids with pitchforks leave you deadly departed/ now you tryna finish something that you shouldnt have started/ split you down the middle like the red sea when its parted/ monuments get crushed and they turn to dust/ when i step on a record/ show you how i turn the hanging garden of Nebuchadnezzar in to a barren desert/ the soul and spirit of Attila the Hun/ and Big Pun, trapped in one/ entity, my mental be/ spittin diseased metaphors and similes/ sicker than murda Mase ministries/ or any syndrome with immunodeficiencies/ listen to me as i flatline f.m. radio frequencies/

ATG: Hailing from the 626/ id be lying if i said a mic was on my christmas list since my genesis/ And Harold Camping is amazed at this/ said if the world dont end when i drop, hes becoming atheist/ May 21st was the wrong release date/ but ill have New Zealand shaking when i drop my mixtape/ in 2012 im coming back for more/ taking no prisoners like Osama, just casualties of war/ but as i shift to some political spit/ whats the significance of Bin Laden gettin his wig split?/ The problems of yesterday still exist/ and the minds of our current generation are still ill-equipped/ Yall impressionable suckas stand for nothin/ got my fist itchin and dying to punch that red button/ to smash somethin, detonation comin/ im a hundred miles and gunnin til Yeshua makes his second coming/ got brothas wonderin how he spits so hard/ without a spatula, but he still flips those bars/ and pushing rhymes like weight/ mp3's like heroine/ moving tracks like crack, you know like that biggie scene/ im a microphone fiend my self, i guess im exposed/ dam near got the whole cord stuck in my nose/ for snortin metaphors and similies/ aborting all foes and enemies/ i spit aids, aint no remedy/ t-rex roar, i know you hearin me/ even Helen Keller on novocaine is feelin me/ its killin me, hearin these so called emcees spittin it lyrically/ gettin touched like bishop eddie long's ministry/ i see you suffering, let me put you out your misery/ one bullet left, bring the nose like public enemy/ while rappers lie about birds and keys/ my product's more addicting than pussy smothered in nicotine/ explicit lyrics, mom, i apologize/ do me a favor, check if the beat is still alive/ i think it died, she replied, 'no son, you murdered it'/ she couldnt stop the bleeding with the makeshift tourniquet/ i panicked, poured gas over the body and burned it/ she said they aint gone let you off the hook like the Casey Anthony verdict/ so turn yourself in, and tell the truth/ i said 'nah, i got alibis that show me in the booth, its the coming Insight: Art calls and I answer with guns drawn// let me teach y'all a lesson my mind is a weapon// I don't need a metal piece the whole alphabet in my brain my thoughts are my weaponry// just leave this master in peace// he, woke up with creativity, creative thoughts remembered he, came back a new entity, in raw form, it's simply me// I'm making sure I bring a noose// every instrument a victim commit murder in the booth// suicide in my mind you getting postmortem truth/ I would leave you a blue print but the path is all red// blood trails on my yellow road look at all these weak rappers heads every turn got a new torso arms and broken legs// I wish one of you muthafuckas would call the Feds you know how many human occupations this beast has been fed?// & don't feed me bullshit or I will nip and tuck yo ass in the all death movement there will be no improvement// these rappers gassed up, overhyped, and overheated I be the coolant the teacher professor you my students// so students take the hint both and insight and bane exist pose a threat we breaking backs you'll run to the lazeruous pit// looking for revival and shit survival the fit a rival of his? Nah you entitled to piss// the closes you'll be to feces is standing by me because I am the shit// it's time to split this beat has been murdered enough buried and brought back then buried again blame it on us ATG and Insight committing sin.

I came up with these words, literally sick/ lungs wheezing, snot sneezing, literally sick/ so aint no reason for you believing im not going for the kill/ just because i got my left nostril filled/ with charmin ultra, 2 ply/ im still going postal, on you fake males, and women guys/ but back to the telegram/ madlib produced the beat, it was to short, i had to loop it fam/ i hope you dont mind, but im still goin in/ like hermain cain or tiger woods to white women/ my nose is still running mr. murray, need another dose/ of that Minotaur roaming through the west coast/ The telegram read to feed him his meds/ hes going crazy like the exorcist, strapped in the bed/ i need another blue pill like a hole in the head/ i stay chewing on pencils, im addicted to lead/ a close mouth dont get fed/ like plaxico shootin himself in leg, im addicted to lead/ like rex ryan to feet, 5'9'' to twitter beef/ canibus with self destruction, but we all spit lyrics/ flowing the way like nightwolf enchanting spirits/ shoot a green arrow through your ear just for you to hear it/ im having fun on this track/ yall struggling with bars, yall delivery is wack/ and i aint saying im the best/ but i cause stress, like having a wet tshirt contest/ at virginia tech, hosted by ron artest/ gettin a flagrent tech/ world metta peach, showin appreciation having teeth/ punching fans in their mouth, knocking em right out their seats/ repping whale life from now until infinity/ we harvest all living entities/