The Microphone Molesta'
  The chevy undresser
  Stupid dope fresh tight sh*t resurrector
  Top gun man mod best of the besta'
  The living MC peace and resta'
  Still tested the flexed gunna'
  The make funna the appisary make runna'
  Make summa cold with rhymes that spit
  Get gifted, lifted, deliquent 'wit
  I be the prophet, in my hand
  Top it, stop it, felt like rockin when I rock it
  Locked it down with this perverse verse
  Every f*ckin' curse I burst to hurt
  Room crowds physical fitness rhymes
  Coke heads couldn't do my lines
  Decorated like christmas pines with Italian rocks
  MCs become silohetes in shock
  
  Chorus:
  Reading my eyes will say it in many ways
  Losing my pride will save it in many days
  
  Hit the dirt
  Because the words I spit will do more than just rip your shirt
  I'll b*tch slap your soul
  Track the track control
  You coming at me?
  You can't hack it though
  So rediculous
  Watching my crew get sick of this
  Wickedness
  Pitchin this
  Lyrical brichisness
  To crews and cliques
  Maiden, men, and mistresses
  This is my life
  The twilight, the fight night
  And trying to see nothing but the highlights
  When I write
  These eyes on horizons
  Top of Mike, start cries on to Krylon
  Fire on, rude men telekenetically
  As aterically beats become a clarity
  Feel averity's heroism, and heracy
  And severe every MC I see with Neverity
  
  Chorus
  
  Why not
  What a keep (3x)
  
  Why not give me what I came to deserve
  Why not give me what I came to believe (2x)
  
  Chorus