The Explosion off my tongue makes you shiver makes your heart go numb you're on the run you faggot lost your flavour like an old piece of gum yeah it's tragic the fact when I damage so you can't manage to rap just manage to panic put the pen to the pad and see your talent vanish rambling wack shit try to show you're the baddest while I sit back and relax go in full flow with attacks
Know you're an act your styles showing the cracks for a fact you couldn't spit this privileged to witness
I'm doing my shit, you'll be eyeing my riches spilt your lips, if you were half the man your bitch is leave you there with stitches, jacking to the pictures of your sister, 'til your hands got blisters while I sit back and relax, go in full flow with attacks
Know you're an act your styles showing the cracks for a fact you couldn't spit this privileged to witness
I don't speak my rhymes I speak my mind I battle with closed eyes and start beefing blind
Compositores: Gordon Matthew Sumner, Hans Peter Geerdes, Jens Peter Thele, Hendrik Stedler, Juergen Frosch ECAD: Obra #33908879