Verse 1 Professional, upping the decibel a decimal above Extraterrestrial audible vessels For blood audible missiles and vocal dismissals Like pistols tearing through emcees skeletal gristles Beneficial's, Ripping in the kids brain tissues Leaving them a bit retarded with personal issues Personal miss-use, of my tracks is tested deadly Infested steady when my tracks are pressed and ready To floods the brain like cocaine ingested heavy Invest in any, bit of protection when testing Benny I've battled plenty, and everyone is rattle empty Without a skeleton to hold 'em up they had to temp me And then correctly, spitting at me like a Jet-ski Go ahead and press me, bones crunch like Nestle Arrest me, Sentence me and lock me away So the streets can be safe for emcees to play By the way, when I spit don't get hit by a stray Cause every random word I say can shatter your vertebrae Every verb I spray is a mist called Herb-away Word play, that will keep emcees on the curb all day In a verbal way, I get violent and kill quick To define me kids make up words like "Ill-Sick" Who's a relic, whack emcee's heads are real thick So the target is big, my metaphors will stick Verse 2 Behold Benefit, the old and degenerate Are healed by the power of his subject and predicate The "Pro-ject" deliberate, whole of the rhetoric Emcees will fall like the soul of confederates Total considerate apologies follow these Battle anthologies, emcees say please And possibly I'll display generosity And watch thee velocity, when I'm spitting this atrocity But probably not, and the robberies hot When kids steal my rhymes and ignite on spot If you bite on top, from being whack and dropped Call it "I Bit Benefit and Made Pop" And you get a hit, but being illiterate Ignorant, and coming out illegitimate My wrath will wreak havoc on your family Gradually, everyone will die through a homicidal tragedy Long and vital legacy, prophecy place me President of emcee's genocide agency Feeling me is like feeling a flame in hell Casting a demon spell, so emcee's are dreaming well And thinking they're real, knocked out on Nyquil In a dream land where they sick and real type ill But lovely dreams soon come to a nightmare When they battle Benefit and they die right there