Rally 'round the cypher with a pocket full of words, a verse, a curse, murder in the first, ready with the hearse. (GO!)
Stamp passage from my bars to cross but Woe drowns to leave you sunk because you forgot the cost.
The weight of my words is incredible, inedible for the modern something-something pumping beats through Beats, so I beat my raw speak like beets in child's cheeks, to beat my enemies, a feat to me? Please!
I defeat like Hercules any labor you deem, I leave mortality to those that spit weak.
Lyin' on bars? I'll skin 'em with my claws. You change labors to bars I'm already 12 deep!
Ask for your favorite rapper? I already know it's me. I'm just keeping it moving proving the Smooth is straight beast.
Proof is in these lines that run deep. Still waters, the surface is calm but inside I've go to go!

Pour the juice! My ladle you can't handle. A sample's a gamble, leave them saying "Mmmmm" like it was Campbell's.
Leave 'em Twisted, got their hands out for more. They needing, fiending, screaming for a taste of the cure.
You hear my name with every clap of their hands, I strike the band up! So you can get down with every drop. I can't stop, won't stop, can't stop, I can't stop, you can't not hop and head bop to my rock!
Write venom to kill 'em. Winnin' by illin'. I'm feeling my villainy come willingly.
Pen elegy sounding symphonies, enemies get no sympathies, enmity for simple MC's. Yagami notes: writing felonies with a pen uh.
Freeze framed like a Kodak op when you blink. In your brain, ingrained like wood stain.
I guess what I'm saying "the norm"? It ends here. You expecting that 16 I hit 'em with 32 of the truth!
And ya'll can't do nothing but lose! When I ain't got nothing but time in the booth! When I ain't got nothing to prove to no fool, I can't do nothing but me I ain't worried 'bout you. Smooth the dude!
Perpetually versatile switching the flow up like "Damn, the plan was to go and he ran!" Penning cascades that amaze in mass. Flow's to great, waves to get you swept away!
You know my steeze I got moves to make. Grooves to set loose like rounds of 12 gauge.
The boom shakes room, assume doom for fools, mega joules to move jewels, pool juice like Zeus.
Testify! Kicking new flavor to ears: taste of cinnamon skin plus that red hot blend of jazz, funk, rock, hip hop from my pen main lined to stems to rev motors with the need to GO!

GO!