Brace yourself for the lyrical sandstorm. It will blast those it lands on until the physical man's gone. It's Sector5one - the gargantuan do or die one. Who's next to be held for ransom? I've won so many scuffles, rappers got ate up like truffles. My rule - everyone must go. Music god, you did a useless job getting at me. You forgot I'm abusive, too hard exactly. Choose special force squads to attack me. Cause one on one against the Brown Recluse, you're wack, weak. Verbally, I'm an athlete from the back streets where they stash heat. No cops - no taxis. Just drama. I'll skin your black meat to the bone - piranha. To be honest homes, the idea, you haven't the fondest. you're lame and unaccomplished. Rap isnt for you. I promise. You must find me so profane to announce myself the Winner, cause I'm dope in the game and you're just a beginner, a sinner for trying to enter the master's domain. Remember? Dont let this get all catastrophic like tsunamis in the tropics where's there's nothing you can do to stop it, because each topic will be worst after the next and you'll be kneeling before your Maker vexed thinking I cast a hex. My thoughts are that complex and you can put it to the test. You'd rather stick your head in a hornets' nest. I'm Hip Hop's connect, top of the communication chain - the hybrid apex predator terrorizing Rap Fame.