Hayabusa i should be carging thee a fee, and you aready know/
no opponent will ever get the best of me/
i'm like moments of ecstasy, the word-gasm/
a phenomenon no human can fathom, the phantasm/
packed with hellfire for the grand dragon/
you just tag along, longing for a ride on my band wagon/
treating rap like its blackjack or backgammon/
its not a game tho and you lack talent/
you're like a cat candid crack addict with a smack habit/
getting hypnotised by my black magic/
mesmerized as it all adds up in a mathematical manner/
while still building bars out of bad grammar/
il hammer into you illusions of everyday routine/
that moves me to meditate, i paint dream scapes/
and spend late nights chilling to beat tapes/
in the end, im keeping this real while you just be fake/

I'll be doin this until im ragged and aged with varacous veins/
live long and prosper while you amateurs fade/
with your cling-on ways, that i smash back into another age/
iv asked the lord to forgive you for those wack sins on stage/
these rhymes will end your foolish masquerade/
you'll bend the bars of this cage but you still can't escape/
your brain's trapped in the part you were cast to play/
the same plot in the same genre/
the same drama with the same blood stained paper you chase after/
iv played this game like a snake charmer/
and been more rowdy than islanders on the lager/
your probably scarper from seeing me in untouchable armour/
and if you're smart you'll tuck in your chain/
cos nothing has changed, you will get mugged on this rugged terrain/
i'm running the plains barefoot hunting some game/
Kiba and Alex, we're one but not the same/
smokescreens burn up, you can't cover this flame/
i stay first class, top of the range/
even if my topic is strange, i still spit the philosophical phrase
at your mockery of hip hop and comical ways/
and when you feel my phenomenal rage/
you'll be suffering abdominal pains/
while lost in this impossible maze/

Il be hitting strong with venom like a viper/
dont even think about stepping against this cypher, sound/
or you'll be found dead, bound to a stake with bullet holes in your head/
instead just run, this aint for fun when versing the lyrical gun/
il have you stunned, when your looking at/
my corrugated sabre, which blade is sharper than razors/
this invader of my dark chambers, heart is now in danger/
im gona throw a coat hanger down your throat, and hang you heartless/
then leave you stiff as starch is, in a state of catharisis