everywhere turn i look i see little me's im really in the game its heavy for someone insane no lust for fame discussing coming up in the game my lyrics spark many mc's first of this breed aint none like me so aint no fuckin wit me raised as a g military minded. punk this aint no fantasy i suffer thru tragities profound the reason for my sound im still proud im still wild. so i increased my style to millimeters feel me greet cha this mr. minsta feature witness crazy terror amazed at my clever im serious whenever got plenty together many suckas cant measure but times hard and they stress you fuck the oppessor my lyrics press em send me God's aggression so i can give em multiple lessons im stir crazy aproach and fade me see me going crazy plots debating i leave no trace they see my face and wanna race im not gone chase we been holling checkmate from gate let me set the shit st8 worst then you think you can handle you get raddle i do more then battle cause u niggaz make moves like camels still amused by my ammo arrows have you wit a fuckin manhole tryin play hardball im emotionally scared but still vocally social in many eyes see me rise wise prepared aint no surprise i seen the signs the world is mine i took my time to create a rym visualize me in my prime while your in a search to find im gettin mine lets get a grind that wont waste time embrass the mind surely a disgrace to find you waste your time tell me whats on yo mind binded by these criminal times remember how i ride