step by step i'm introducing myself, on this trap beat i make verses/ welcome to my life, this is DC, in art LowFlow/ i ain't getting this a weack spit/ no mercy for your last free-style, i'm gonna blast your vocal enthusiasm with moral kicks/ only if you can drop yur mic, i mean to do that by yourelf, so begin to clap/ are you switching me for an unable dude to spit lyrics? on this wreck/ i make miracles, come you can drop poison on this critic. so re-act to this chillin. Are you complaint yurself cause of my kidding without any rest? what's the real art? a graffity on the wall you can judge it cool, as well/ as you can/. No mercy for the loosers, do you think in that way? do you see only a weack prey? where you can bully someone on your living space? What's bad in your brain? will be it satiated of this hell, wait for it/ are you gonna drop slashes on on your mic? cause of my verses, that could be true or fake/ you gotta hit em all, is it out of your sake? no patient for my will cause it's a blood lake/ i'm not a criminal cause of that, i do like to express mysef with dope rhymes/ please don't blame me, do i look so hard to understand, on this singing no lie/ i'm not gonna release my hate, but something to grab with your hands, do you cry? if i have someone to diss, it wouldn't be you, do you want to hit my life? as MC i can spit punchlines on this bliss there are may kills. Do you have lyrical charm? Feeling like i got to hit this with my twisted sick rhymes is there something i got to split? over this mc life, keeping spinning and recording many bars, call me Slink, said. Even i keep dropping many aside lyrics here it begins, punchlines. So real it is, what is music? can you properly define it usefull in this cruel side? mental sanity in me, i should get better to realize myself living it finly/ what you use to hit other ears, to succed on these beats? many twisted rhymes overtakes their will to listen to this creepy disc. you gotta choose between me and pop music. have you did it in till now? let's turn it sick, no more lips kissing your weack rhymes cause my lash and see how/ i hit this mic and blast your emotions with this rithmical deep sound/ on your critics i can swindle your lyrics with my brain capabilities, not a fag ass clown/ musically kidding your rithm and raping your voice as machine gun at your back, thought/