[Verse 1: Lingo]
You wanna battle with me, you choose death
But war doesn't prove who's right, just who's left
Now you're swepped under the rug, so who's checked?
Ain't talking about a shirt when I say your crew next
I'll bust a rhyme, extinction level event
You seeing heaven or hell, I think you better repent
Fallen angels, mauled and mangled, starved and strangled
I got more lives than than all the Bengals
Eye of the tiger, we riding for higher
Grind mode defined so retire your liars
My attire crown cause I'm the sire
With world wide connects just like firewire
20/20 headlines spitting the best
Grind like it's hindsight, give my vision a test
That grind non-stop and my living is blessed
Fuck the cops, I don't sleep, I'm resisting arrest

[Verse 2: Passionate MC]
I'll smash on you novices fast like the flash from photographers
Force like the wrath of a God that hits harder than Apocalypse
Then lap Usain Bolt in a race while my back was chained close to a cargo ship
You ain't popping clips, claiming that you draw guns
When you wouldn't draw blood as a phlebotomist
I'll squeeze the bow, cock it quick, shoot you, reload
Then shoot you again with the same arrow I just shot you with
Cause when I get to shooting
I'll have 'em seeing more arrows than an Asian playing Dance, Dance, Revolution
When I advance for your execution
Strong enough to rip the mic with your hands still connected to it
Fine Archer, Rhyme Awkward, Bind Torture
Quicker than a flying saucer
You're not as fast me - it's Passion's need just to have MC's
Gashed and bleed when I stab and leave like Assassin's Creed