LET’S BEGIN

My mic’s burning up, let’s begin

I leave crowds speechless, rappers should smoke less,

Deejays should talk less, labels are hopeless.

Radio stations are never on the case

Ace in your face, come on, let’s have a race.

Competition I wanna see who’s gonna make it

I’m gonna win, you’re gonna lose. Can you take it?

Rugged material kicks you in the balls

Dictionary rappers always blabbing their jaws

While girls get nipplery, body parts slippery

We can fool around but you ain’t touching my identity.

As I regain my senses, using my mic utensils

It’s written in the first book of Bladesis.

I will return, tell them, I will return

My mic is specifically built to earn.

Overpowering enemies, knock ‘em to their knees

We can have peace but the nonsense must cease.

Execution is the key my man

It’s better when you plan, cut loose and expand.

Hand in hand, standing together in unity, one

For the fun put down your knife, your gun.

None of your silly mic trickery, in the situation I get slickery,

Pissing on your gimmickry

Such that you evacuate the premises

All of your cheap skate promises, hello! I’m your nemesis.

No one takes you serious. I keep the crowd curious.

In the event I represent animals

Animals are way better than people, people are cannibals.

Like before, gonna show ’em what mics are for

Your voice is weak, your rhymes are poor.

So you wanna quit, retire when I come back into the scene

With the full fire, flame

Burning much higher. Now you know the name.

The game .. Simple, clever, artistic

More than realistic, super rhymolistic

Damn it I’m gifted, too bad you missed it.

You wanna know if I’ll be making much cash

I wanna know if you can step off in a flash.

I’m Flash … you might see me then look again all you see is

I’ll be gone, but with your mind blown.

Super succeeding, night time reading

Call the ambulance quick, your ego is bleeding.

Save the commentary, your cheap vocabulary.

Under cooked rhyme, you’re soft and ordinary.

The minute when I’m in it I’ll win it, it’s definite, then you can spin it

Consider it done from when I’m finished.

The Sun will rise again in the South; I’m not your typical

Lyrical Maniac, Maniac Lyrical.

The original, precise and formal

Up goes the level and down goes your head, you’re normal.

Tell the rival … it’s all about survival

Listen boy you’re missing, you’re finished on my arrival

I enter your brain, enter your home

Enter your area, enter your dome

Enter your veins, enter your heart

Mess with your phobias then kill you with the art boy.

So let’s start boy, step! You’re nothing!

No flow, no style, no lyrics means you’re bluffing.

But anyway, hey … here’s the next level

To make the crowd settle, concepts are metal.

It’s unbended, pure and unblended

Because of what we men did, your time’s ended.

This is no re-run, not a re-take, not a re-make.

Re-attack when I’m calm, ready to break.

Here’s a summary, I am and you wanna be

Going universally, you’re still at a nursery.

Trust me! You’re gonna need a miracle to try to stop the

Lyrical death defying fetes, boy you’re fickle.

Super sanity, no profanity or vanity

My voice has clarity, this ain’t for charity.

I wanna get rich and make my life switch witch

You’re heading straight for the ditch.