Am the hottest these rappers just bread I toast em was a little baby without teeth just checks yet was fluent spit harder harder than a cobra with venom without cure for sure words and a voice pierce ears touch hearts and flow clean tears served seven years recording threats of hate that these lames take shake the world whole with a freestyle that jig saw their style nice like a father I gather my fans like sons they plenty compared to rice and sand rise and stand picture the worst I put in a verse you can revise not reverse rehase a curse before I send it straight yea I battle with mind and time rap you like a mommy in a tomb let's see if reincarnation is true all I do is my choice you got no clue how true I rule my crew I just remain on top of the pinnacle of this thing of ours I grew I Am here to be free of you feel me hope my rhymes will heal me