Two Ill Pieces
It's the stupendous, tremendous
kid from the Bronx that’s a menace
I’m sick like influenza all the way to the finish
diminishing foes, we’re replenishing flows
I swing like elbows, stay tight like cornrows
short circuit microphones in any time zones
through facts and memos to any tempo
live online via satellite codes transmit through ozones
your ex is like whoa
for nigga who oppose they get hung by their toes
get the color beat out of them like black albinos
with sticks and stones these words will break bones
they flip like cell phone and penetrate skin tones
red, white, or black, I sit back and kick facts, spit rhymes like gun claps
till MC’s take dirt naps, this shit like ex-lax
while rappers just yap
bullshit like tax, my nest question is who’s next?
don’t murder or wax never sold crack, never quick to give daps
but I will say that
I move on track like running backs, smoke niggas like 20 sacks stay bent like hunchbacks
any questions just ask, why, what, or where nobody can compare
stay hot like my name was Texas electric chairs.
II
It's like the microphone I’m grippin it
and start ripping shit, flowing limitless
sparking cigarettes and drinking Guinnesses
it's the most infinite, intricate intellect in this bitch
my written is like a grave cause niggas is dick in it
when it comes down to clitoris, niggas out their lips in it
some niggas put their fist in it, but I just put my dick in it
I hate cats talking about the slum but never been in it
I hate cats talking about owning a gun but never triggered it
I’m pitiless killing lyricists in from of witnesses
I’m about to lyrically take your life so nigga give me it
this rhyme’s so sick I sprained my ankle just from kickin it
flipping the illest scripts even syphilis is sick of this
I’m articulate, only guilty of being innocent
I’m giving you this style for free just because I’m generous
my image is rigorous that’s why nigga try to mimic it
If I compete, I’ll be awarded what ever the winner gets.