who you mc, peep funky styles devour
throwing records at your dome 100 miles per hour
not a liar, heartless, sending you off on pyres or coffins
some found god but i hired an arson to fire the market
bring violence through walkmen's from alliance to boston
its not cool to go against the grain but fuck it
defiance is awesome
the charges piling up and i'm trying to calm it
these fucking suck-asses got me stressing
and i still buy shots, no matter how good you are i still find flaws
get the wackness off him, you prattle, kid
and my shrinks got the gall to say "thats a problem"
...she doesn't know the half of it
when i'm running through its nothing new to start clubbing you with uncle duke
still ingesting the fluid the illest threats from louis
three people appreciate the skill executed
thinking in terms of infinity
cos I got a morbid obsession with burning the vicinity
like "duck!" you best get the fuck out the way
i'm the best that ever rapped, I plucked out the game
you think you're better, bitch?!
i'll thrust out your brains
leave you with the part, you bumble fuck your days out
i've said it before and i'll say it again
you can recognize talent but none adjacent to my placement on the faces of men
i'm too motherfucking flagrant with zen
to ever be considered a saint in the end
yeah, i see you on stage, i hope you bitches all choke
cuz these vinyl discs slung at your head are slitting your throat
trust me
you will not walk away but have to lose
no chance with the flow rants I mass produce
now don't get me wrong, searching for a lever here
i didn't choose life so your shot was never fair, duck!

motherfucking styles devour, duck!
records at your dome 100 miles per hour
watch out honey drippins dont get hit with a disc
me and doc quan run up and rip it to bits
listen to my shit and you couldnt complain
cuz i'm screaming at kids till they look at me strange
now dont get me wrong, id rhyme for seven minutes
but most of you dumb fucks couldn't divine in it
trust, yo, you wouldn't survive
the thoughts that I graph, you couldn't surmise
irascible son, never learn my lesson
i'm self-taught, melt-thoughts and heard the shepherds