Yo, spitting bangers, droppin hammers am hitting this shit with my english grammer, taught in the manor ,Strait cold with a pinch of anger, the essence of rap i got it captured, my poisionus bars are a hazard, toxic but mild mannered, all the facts i got them gathered, my beats remastered ready to be blasted, my saliva is acid, now watch as i enter the passage,my flows oldskool like a classic, ill crush ya arse like a faggot for acting melo dramatic , leave you in the sky like aerobats, am a one man music fanatic my boy cappah on the beats making magic lets have it, abuse you loose crews making weak gangster tunes like you the baddest, but your talents are lacking, truth in my words is what am packing so face the facts or get a strait jabbing , a might go physco and get placed in a strait jacket,my devilish mind cant hide, the thoughts that i imagin, so cold i leave time standing, my words fire slugs blow a hole up in the mandem