Rhaphell_Speech from hell Man it's so disappointing! Nigga you trynna diss me? Avoid it! I'm not the kinda person you should beef with, Avoid me! Like how the fuck you wanna go against me, it's pointless Like convincing an atheist of a God. I'm adroit and Persistent as Jehovah's Witnesses knocking doors. I'm a fucking force to reckon with, still not remorseful The blood of the rappers I spilled? still mopping floors. Murdered so much mc's I'm the only one still dropping bars. Speak of the devil and hell appears - now they hella scared. It appears you niggas never learn, I get em buried, alive or dead beware. So before you dare me You well aware of the fact that I ain't well upstairs? I'm a incredible, lyrical juggernaut You barrels do talk a lot, I'm bringing in more heat than a sauna. Not Many motherfuckers are spitting it as they should It's bemusing, calling yourself mc's? Better prove it. Yo! I'm back on my bull just like a cowboy Ain't no taming the shit coming outta my mouth. Oi! I'm a combination of Yawao, Crook, Budden and Royce Welcome to the slaughterhouse bitch, make some damn noise. My pen is a weapon of mass destruction. I'll leave a lasting impression, believe that answers the questions. Now shut tha fuck up! Amma send ya ass to detention I be schooling these rappers like damn! That's the intention. And i count it as a blessing To be among those passing the message Ever since Tino told me "go get them" I was bound to be problem to mc's. So getting rid of Me is impossible, you ain't even gat the balls to do it. Lyrically unstoppable, I spit harder than y'all can do it. You not an obstacle, I'm sick of y'all domestic rappers You're toxic and bad ass, you talk to shit and brag but that's is though! Uhn! Real spitters recognise real, skills of the pen they might kill. Ill but I never had pills, still one of the best...(nigga chill) Still one of the best in my field, will get the rest on they kneels Like they praying to Jeez, man i be preying on these niggaz Real talk Thought I was done, but I just start it over like an encore Couldn't be on fire if your sister was Susan Storm The mic and the words are all I need so I can devour. Fuck fame! That aint the reason that I rap. Fuck it! And matter of fact I do this shit for me and then after that. It's for the culture, Rap ain't dying so long as I got the mic in my right hand and am alive man. Back to revive the game like Jayceon died. They cant comprehend it, I'm way beyond rhymes. So this is it, get you pen and your pad The fucking speech from hell, yeah the devil is back