[Verse 1: JAi ALiM] I might be young and fair in height, no fear of heights But I rise Fahrenheit, 21-2 to be precise I'm post ill and pre syph And have you chivalry, and leave you silent as a knight That ain't no christmas jingle, ya knows I'm dope, cause ya senses tingle Like spidey man feeling evil, can evil ever reach evil kinevel And die by landing on a bus full of people Action, I cut ya and put an end to ya sequel Assymetrics, we all wanna see equal But we treat people like Max Keeble For renown, but you really perceived as a pre-own Ya used and abused, matter of fact, you similar to a tool A nut stripped with a short fuse So be careful when you, keep fire by the fuel Caboom, d**h of the weak auto tune Shots fired from a regiment My men are ill breack ya down to some sediments, crystals, and amethyst Make a believer out of an atheist, have them thinking god he's a crazy kid With the rhymes that I spar, I got more will power then 25 cars For the cause, I dash off with a brutal force While ripping radios out the dash board Woop Woop Swag, then bomb ya task force Follow me on Twitter @JAiALiM