yo/ call me the microphone samurai/ i write righteous rhymes when the blood dries/ see my bars are the swords that assassinate/ I'm the illest mc with the sickest rhyme scheme that dominates/ I blow up like the bombs over Baghdad/ whack MC's get slumped over in trash cans/ Im raw and ill with that old school sound/ I'm style hails from the temple of the wu tang clan/ composin my thoughts on these blank spaces/ spitting rhymes between the lines of these of these blank pages/ my brain is my clip my words are my ammunition/ aimming to destroy when my pen hits/ 9 to 5 writer with strictnine in my siliva/ I burn slow and eat your soul like Jeffrey Dahmer/ I'm hot when it comes to these verses/ I'm so hot I leave foot prints on the Suns surface/ wooden solider stone golem/ kill kats on the mic in the mass numbers/ I body beats like an assassination/ I firebomb with Molotovs... no hesitation/ I burn mics like crack pipes on street corners/ open ya chest and burn holes in ya vital organs/ I write rhymes on chalk lined crime scenes/ whack MC's can rhyme like me/ verbal swordsman 32 bars/ dismantle armies with 32 swords/ killing cyphers causing major damage/ when the dust settles I'm the last man standing/ walkin over body bags wearing bloody bandages/ microphone samurai total savage/ whack MC's don't ever wanna go to war/ this the art of 32 swords/