Post edited 11:39 am - April 7, 2012 by eM theory the Master Theory

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Alot of emcees acting like i can die
they never realize im a verbal samurai
I chop through the beats like axes to trees
lyrically the cure while yall passing disease

but youll never touch me cuz im the antibody
a ghost on beat which means i need no body
im holding it down like gravitys force
opening up your chest cavity your corpsed

igniting words you become the human torch
as my metaphors poor evens floors get scortch
i could chill on the porch and spit these rhymes north
my rhymes fly like meteors and pierce like swords

right through your chest to relieve you of stress
my scenery is beautiful i take away breathe
this is emcee is sick think like a microchip
got that tornado flow with that cyclone spit

to twist your body out in three 60 spins
against the obeast my fist sees his chins
flows swoop in like the seasons winds
i dont spit a verse i spit sixteen sins