@Whitmofomonkysmugla2,
												ima always spit , grab the bar an raise it , taught how ta spar with the basics 
make an advance unless u a chick 
then  ima leave ya face split , what i profess is sick 
my words have symptoms tempature burning turning to syndrome's 
till its in the crevices of the mind where sin from an the pockets of income 
prof the pocket rocket pimp uh, girl u wanna blast off 
raw brain blastin words 
chain saw massacre takin yo face off
master a verse , master of self, smashin a verse 
with the passion to be surpassin earth 
since the day i crashed inta earth 
a microphone warrior slash a verse 
guerilla serial killa running through the concrete jungle with a rumble 
in the stomach hungry for the kill
not in it for the money , for the real 
for the civilians ,not the chameleons killin the billions that are blood spillin 
i wanna give ppl that love feeling above ceilings 
, illin cryogenetic my flow chill so resilliant soul brilliant 
blinded by the light 
never lost track of the path in sight
 blastin mic's 
fight with heart n passion writes 
never pass the mic , surpass the cyph , 
don't have to say it or ink it 
just think it , blink wit the third eye worlds wide ......... 
an eclipse on the lips of  the phoneix 
kiss the abyss with my penis 
******* with blackholes ,
not the corruption of crack bowl 
heart n soul charcoal over time n pressure ,
 professor turn in to a diamond collector