Verse 1:
Spit monstrous content, I vomit it..
I stay prosperin', strike like a comet hits..
Spit flows to build up ur confidence...
I'm underground, but I stay on top of things..

The bell tolls, souls fly through the night,
while these sucker MCs try to fight for their mic
..I don't do what's right, chew em up on spite
spew 'em out, take flight, make 'em lose their sight

I'll abuse their rights like a confederate soul
but I guide like a light, play a veterans roll
head shots all night, to the side of the dome
be insane with the poem.. how I'm lettin' it go..

So take note to the flow, recognize how I roll
or get burned in the blast! the second that I blow..
No effort, never fold.. When I climb a pedestal..
I'm hungry like the wolf.. MCs are edible

Hook X 2:
(It's a) State of Emergency, the game needs surgery..
urgently.. no doubt..absolute certainty..
verbally murderin' MCs that never heard of me..
dwellin in the shadows, not where I deserve to be..

Verse 2:
Tactics are drastic.. violently graphic...
Shogun assassin.. lights, camera, action..
Rappers start actin', committin foolish actions,
but suck 'cause they slackin' and need more practice..

Me? I'm a master, my flows a disaster..
throw on a beat.. let it loop like a lasso..
sometimes I act like a fool and an asshole,
conquer my battles, while struggles get tackled

Never move backwards, try nd move forward..
but step to the side if I don't kno where I'm goin'
then I start flowin, causin' commotion..
gettin real open, wide like the ocean..

The ace of spaces who be surrounded by jokers
who can't pass the toll, cause they can't pay the token
I stay devoted to the game, you ain't notice?
well once I get focused.. give up it's GAME OVER!!

Hook X 2:
(It's a) State of Emergency, the game needs surgery..
urgently.. no doubt..absolute certainty
verbally murderin' MCs that never heard of me..
dwellin in the shadows, not where I deserve to be..

Verse 3:
Can't slip, but Ima flip.. I'm a mess from the stress
inhale, exhale, release breath from my chest...
wonderin' what's next? on this journey towards death..
roam the city in the flesh, I find no rest..

..My mind is mixin up medicine on the daily,
convicted with vision to spit it, the wicked assailant
a vicious eviction of lyrics that'll sever ur spirit..
you can only see my figure when reflected in the mirror

..wicked with these writtens, I deliver with precision,
losin vision on this mission, feelin trapped inside a prison..
but you can't deny my wisdom.. If so, become a victim..
cause a blizzard, make you whither, that's a minimal description..

I'm a graphic depiction, picture the opposite of fiction..
my accurate vision, givin' you composition sickness..
in addition, I'm persistent with infinite ammunition..
no surrender, no submission, other words.. no quitin...

Hook X 2:
(It's a) State of Emergency, the game needs surgery..
urgently.. no doubt..absolute certainty
verbally murderin' MCs that never heard of me..
dwellin in the shadows, not where I deserve to be..