Booth shot Lincoln... The mic grip is selfish.../ Hellish temper... My mind... just goes crazy... When I'm spittin... these rhymes n spittin...* these bars my thoughts go... someplace else I... just ... release the beast... n just quench the thirst...* I'm a thirsty mcee... I just wanna burst... with energy... make the crowd jump... and what what what... mic drills till your...* hearts content when they... made the first mic... I was... in the booth with Sprite... obeying my thirst... getting right i...* cant stand ugly mcees... wannabeez they... dont accept the teacher... they dont... believe in the god... could tell they're fake...* why waste time writing... rhymes this is hip... hop ain't... dropping dime my... mic is selfish crack... your shell like dinner...* time in the booth... with the rhyme is... it a... crime to speak my... mind tell em where...* you're from in theory... how I developed... into a G... still coming for... that ass all gonna...* get dealt with lyrical... auras surrounding... my body like... sunz... strengthened on the... mic is a contained...* controller dreams... over head and rain... falls... about to drown... In the booth...* memories where... they tried to battle... me without mercy... I wear... a crown in the... booth I observed...* and applaud n... abhorred at scary rappers