I - I I’m superb wit my words and I got curve tooo
I like stuntin on lames who thought they swerved you
I’m headed straight for the one like I can’t turn two
And I’m just full of the word so what’s the word booo?

Imma Killa SPITTA and I'll kill a nigga if you standing in my path come git this venom in ya/Come and git it it you WID it I'll finish them/I didn't fuck those bytchez I fingered them/ multiply like gremlins killing them/Send a wreath to the Fam with my sentiments then again I'm the sickest MC on this planet what the fuck you weirdos just can't comprehend/Peep my lyrical style/Im wicked and wild/ Everytime i spit I start a fire/ Hitman for hire/Play wid me and die/Come and kick it with a nigga like Cobra Kai/Got the golden eye/Got you locked in the scope so its hopeless/Barrel smoking/I'm tha dopest/No shyt/Flow sick/You a hoe BYTCH/Sipping on that potion and I'm locing/Click Clack get back no joking/Putting up numbers like jokic/im potent/What I'm toting will leave you Croaked bytch/Out in the ocean floating/Hella bloated/Best quit acting stupid/ Truth in the booth and never diluted/Heavyweight champ in this music I'm ghoulish/Battle me chump now that's just foolish/These suckaz think they ready for war/But never been against such a lyrical God/Incredible Barz/Some say im from Mars/Heat city in this bytch/ homie rep yo squad/ im bout to rip em up/im the coroner so gon head and zip it up/Body Bag stacking/Im smacking my these wack MC'z/Lyrical catastrophe.

I be workin three jobs just to see 100k
Ambition and drive put something on my plate
You ain’t fuckin wit my shit you ain’t messin wit my faith
And I really got you fooled if you thinking that play
I remember everything and I don’t forget a face
Last name GolD so you know it hold the weight
Time is not a factor when you you movin in Faith
This home grown kitty ain’t never been a astray
I - I I’m superb wit my words and I got curve tooo
I like stuntin on lames who thought they swerved you
I’m headed straight for the one like I can’t turn two
And I’m just full of the word so what’s the word booo?
My suggestion don’t cause aggression that thang is lethal just like a weapon
The wrong talk has tougher some lessons
They swear I preach I think I do confessions!
Wanna see my truth? Need viewer discretion
I used to be Poe so im a little possessive
I can bring the pain , get the steppin
I’m still an impress left an impressioooooon

Tell her climb in
shit I’m still him
When the rhyme end
Need money as murder
Peep the violence
Everybody die man
Sitting here vibing
(Uh)
Bitch I got flow I dive in
Spitting like Poseidon
Listen for the sirens
Uh
Treasure tel em find this
Everything it’s my shit
Lookin at ur homie
That’s a bitch you gone die with
Everybody say
What you really do
Ima channel Wayne
Til I got the Millie too
We are not the same
Ain’t got no miny moves
Grinning thru the pain
Love to let it loose
Yup man They huffing
This shit a breeZe
When I run it
This the beast they summoned
I am your end
And im coming
Leave em severed
In severals
Suck on these geneticals
A weapon is thinkin
Im On it let em know
I am the anecdote
Kick on the beat
I ride it like Manuel
Lettin a cannon blow
Lokey I’m hunting
I’m killin em casual
Eatin like Hannibal
fuck he’s standing bro
I was that man
Now im more like the animal
No don’t bother
Don’t ask me shit
I know nada
moe like bamba
Gone feel the boom
Just like bada
This Marauder
Gone use pain
For these commas
No don’t bother
It’s all on me
I’m your father

Who am I in my mind intertwined take a look and you'll find buried scars I'm war torn. They call me a hero still I wonder what the fuck for. I survived I'm alive and well but like Constantine I have to save my soul from hell. So many dead and gone they never came home you can't understand so I stand alone if I die I die on this microphone who am I Ryn D til I'm dead and gone so I spit this story in a verse to my fans at least I brought it first man the war they tried to put me in a herse now I'm lost in this curse
With nothing but the fear of the worse
So I'm flippin a verse in the first place
Feeling irrelevant like I'm out of it
But these syllables I hate to admit it you better believe that I'm Killin it like an Alien
Rippin n tearing and coming up through your chest Mortal Kombat! Finish him!
On the microphone fireline
Feeling independent and I want to get it
But I only get a minute and I need to put it down back in 99 when did it from the underground killa kieng with a crown and the crowd coming loud Feeling proud
Ready to bury the haters in the ground round after round after round but I'm
poppin n droppin every mother fucker that I see gotta be put them out of they misery another one done and another fatality Feeling defeated and beated you better believe did I get rid of them all Consider this a Cypher of goodwill. Got it on a Discount discount only rapper in this mother fucker with a real kill count.