The stage is my habitat enraged by the the state rap what happened to the days of burning pages into artifacts vinyl crack and starter caps better check vital stats leave em dead on the tracks when I sling these suicidal raps here to bring the title back criticize my rivals stats leave em flat on there backs like the floor was freshly waxed the disciples back exposing cracks of the most imposing cats known for disposing scraps of any of them opposing chaps I'm illa the the illest thou come with that Godzilla flow say you spitting flava but it plainer then vanilla yo time to tell your hype man to pipe down its lights out recite your last rights before I body bag em nights out They call big spender pay you in checks of reality cause I spit more fire then a scorpion fatality you step on stage a competitor leaving as a casualty judges scores in and I won this shit unanimously