[Verse 1 : Lord Majin] Flow bottomless like tar spits in the mosh pits Monotonous bars spit like cheers turn to carca**es Carvin' heartless novices regardless If there harmless like sniper hands with parkinsons Livin' in no rememberance remember this Ill limmericks given to militant dominican immigrants Who don't listen like rappers who lack discipline Disciples decipher liars tired code sold tired old And thrust it back into the fire like I was Richard Pryor Prior to the fact that I'm a Wordsmith with the words lift with magical verbs spit Make a hit out of weak sh** call me somethin like a sire Somethin like a villain Hogans black and white attire Life s**s but i had a goodyear like a tire Rappers talk sh** leave 'em singin like a choir Flow goes higher and higher and leave a n***a stranded like Macgyver