I'm a blinding diamond, one of the finest on the island, Forged to retire and a sniper to shot iron side. I'm sighing out to you sighing this is my advice. Nice minus a diatribe. On the mic I'm a virus, should've been twice the price of Viva like I had a tiger. 

The price fighter, knocking them out twice the size of the fine line between the mine and the fine liner. The fine mind of a design divine writer. The laws of physics caught and tested me with a spark timer. 

Rappers ain't singing much like a performing arts mimer. Never know what artifacts you might find. Digging in the archives you might be the Noah's Ark finder. If that's true, this is you, then I'm probably dead or stuck in a room fighting parkers and zenelzymers. 

To all those who said you lost it with the music, then need reminding. God I have it for you, you can lose it. 

Uh, you can't judge me, grudge me or budge me. I seen em all, the good, bad and the ugly.

Some came worried and left bleeding.

Put em on a beat, let's see how they emceeing.

Some claim to be an expert in the art of war.

I seen all types of monsters rising fall. Everyone's the best and I agree, cause the key and the secret is, I love em all. 

I'm not watching how you live and know, backbiting and bitching and catfighting and scratching. I rap right in the kitchen, itching to write raps, rap writing is my provision. My light and vision sometimes are spitting about, spitting. Back writing and mist is a mystery rap legend with history rap lessons. 

If you're missing the track, sessions take a trip down the years, sticking back in the present now that longer all you sick, you sick of beyond measures. Master of the art and sciences, I'm Dr. Emmett Brown mixed with Harold Shipman where the beats are killed time with every emotion like a snowflake forming. 

I blow great storms in with no great warning. freeze your hemoglobin too high I guess the point is I connect words when I'm talking about talking. The art of saying stuff is really just fun to me. That's why I laugh when you feel you have to prove you pack guns to me. 

Uh, you can't judge me, grudge me or budge me. I seen em all, the good, bad and the ugly.

Some came worried and left bleeding.

Put em on a beat, let's see how they emceeing.

Some claim to be an expert in the art of war.

I seen all types of monsters rising fall. Everyone's the best and I agree, cause the key and the secret is, I love em all. 

Do I make the lead pop or finish you with a Hulk Hogan leg drop or headlock or fight till we're dead? Hey, let's not stress words can hurt feelings. Sometimes the worst rhymes got my inner self bleeding. Cause I know it's only my ego I'm feeding. The beast becomes a dragon and the dragon it starts breathing. 

Nostra start flaring. Bottles start flying. The kid, the dog, everybody dying. Yo, they want to kill this sick rapper till infinity. Like a walk around with John Wayne masculinity. Nope, I just pretended I had confidence. 

Murdered and with kindness. Let's kill him all with compliments. 

Uh, you can't judge me, grudge me or budge me. I seen em all, the good, bad and the ugly.

Some came worried and left bleeding.

Put em on a beat, let's see how they emceeing.

Some claim to be an expert in the art of war.

I seen all types of monsters rising fall. Everyone's the best and I agree, cause the key and the secret is, I love em all.