Mc's must be dreaming, thinking they can handle me,
They should open up their eyez and face the reality,
I'll turn your whole life into one big fatality.
I Spitt an ill verse,Sick words and twisted verbs,
My lyrics ever blazin', giving you Fiery curse,
Thinking the sun hot iz hot, but my heat iz much worse,
I send leave verbal molten lava dissolving in your nerves,
My style is so different, It's in it's own class,
I'll rip your d**m lips off, and make you kiss your d**m
My verses come all, It's like lyrical abuse,
many different styles, leaving u confused,
My flow iz too krazy, you cannot handle this,
I let you know right now that I'm the verb-vandalist,
Ulike Missy E,my whole life is a test,
I pass with fyling colours, beacuse verbally blessed,
Grab your helmet partner, dis iz lyrical terrorism,
I give you a shock wosre than antrax in your nervous sytem,
I hear people talk talking about so much,
I leave their tongues in twisters,
they be chattin so much, their voice-box has blisters,
I way too out of it, I sum-times talk 2 myself,
People will be wonddering if I'm in good mental health,
I repress all stress,-
anger and rage
Holding it all inside, within in a metal cage
©NAIJA-MAN 2003
They should open up their eyez and face the reality,
I'll turn your whole life into one big fatality.
I Spitt an ill verse,Sick words and twisted verbs,
My lyrics ever blazin', giving you Fiery curse,
Thinking the sun hot iz hot, but my heat iz much worse,
I send leave verbal molten lava dissolving in your nerves,
My style is so different, It's in it's own class,
I'll rip your d**m lips off, and make you kiss your d**m
My verses come all, It's like lyrical abuse,
many different styles, leaving u confused,
My flow iz too krazy, you cannot handle this,
I let you know right now that I'm the verb-vandalist,
Ulike Missy E,my whole life is a test,
I pass with fyling colours, beacuse verbally blessed,
Grab your helmet partner, dis iz lyrical terrorism,
I give you a shock wosre than antrax in your nervous sytem,
I hear people talk talking about so much,
I leave their tongues in twisters,
they be chattin so much, their voice-box has blisters,
I way too out of it, I sum-times talk 2 myself,
People will be wonddering if I'm in good mental health,
I repress all stress,-
anger and rage
Holding it all inside, within in a metal cage
©NAIJA-MAN 2003