Thaw (19:04)

looking at the ladder for the latter on the rappers took a second to look at the stretch next to take the first step fell then leapt a mountain ahead now the words in my head are being sketched out to wretch each verse with every breath i shred the pen as gone kaput with enough force to fuck up the runners up picking apart the structure buckling the butt ugly fuckers to rub in the destruction before obstruction opens up on the mother fuckers starting to stutter tripping up over the clutter better put em up coz this fucker is looking to get to the top not gonna stop until I reach the pinnacle of it you've still not caught though you got slaughtered late on in your career early for me late for you been through two months picking words that coincide with your world you've not even noticed that stuff you poach with has lost its potency now the lyrical ghost has shot past the most with the roastings i'm halfway there next gear is the third tier i'm just here coasting rolling one up smoking like i been passed the golden token hold on you roaches if you're going to aim at this shit you better be trigger happy with quick wit coz the business is to strip lyrics down to perfectly word a verbal murdering i want some cursing words to set me off like john wick fire at a diss at this host i'm just waiting for some actors to light up the potion to the cauldron to open the flow gates coz i'm not planning on holding them closed for too long the urge has burst with curses of certain wordings to match the beat to the burdens you will be deserving you worms are personally going to be turned into dessert a failed robbery of slippery words become soggy enough to leave you looking like turd all churned and charred n burned from the heat on these merks you can take turns to aim at the camera with your fingers like you mingers are kings or something but let's have it straight you handed me a plate listen mate can't have a piece of this cake it's for strictly made men and i'm not made yet until i strain the game with lyrical blades to crave the ways of a lyricist you bitches can't handle a diss from this fist with perfect pitch to strip these kids of their overstocked knickers switch tweaked just heard your arse squeak a streak a piss like your missus and kids and your cousins twins look ugly as fuck you know you can't win i'm like 150 bars on this shot i've already wasted my time rewriting you these hymns for sins ayou've been christened so step kid might just end up with your wig split but i'd rather cut you with a sick diss stanley ipkiss but the mask can't help this wicked spirit with good intentions i forget to mention when i representing the light fro the inner to make you my dinner i can't stop and sit and listen to you talk shit to these kids to name a few it's too true but i'm gonna let it loose see which goose has got the gander so come on i can't wait to hand you a mangling and leave you dangling in front of your fans -- Michael S