@Bambino,
livin it , walkin it talkin hip hoppin it
at the top why im droppin it
ya'll copycat artists coppin it
so obnoxious it's making me nausis ,
have u behind god son like nas is
run around gotham , webslinging , from the metropolis ,
to the optimus rhyme ,
ressurecting necroplis
to drop in this line
chin checking an droppin his spine
what a Head
trying to make that gutter bread
but you suck , no butta to butter ya bread
talk about ya lable , if you tell me to look it up
it means it aint ****
prof got no platinum , its atamantium
champion
thoughts for the penny sum
u loose ya sensory after a century im here for milleniums
russian roulette any gun, u wanna take a shot at it
u a crack rock addict
i got a rap rock habit
don't talk average to a savage you aint have it
had it
or lost it
prof running this human race
u still running diagnostics
shatter ya coccyx
with anti matter an hip hop hits
can I shatter bambs lip an optics
bambino wrapped in the back a stolen alcamino
soak um in gasoline clothes , throw um a pipe n a lighter let the feen go
thought he'd learnt
when u mess with ya devils u goin get burnt
nobody likes a jerk
leave ya soul bloody proff flow cause mic's ta burst
hip hop in the hemoglob trying to fight the thirst
bloodlust to be first
gotta bust a beat 1st
gotta dust my sneakers
then crush the speakers
n tell u the truth , reason ur in the booth
ur just a feature