I beatbox, but I also beat boxers/
The chances of beating me are like David Hasslehoff winning at the oscars/
You gotta face without a scar, what wars have you fought?/
Ran accross my tracks and got hit by my train of thought/
I create beats from my mouth, no need for a turn table/
And kill my own brothers, street name I'am Kane and Abel/
Like Gza I look for competition on every street block/
And murder every foe I'am the human beatbox/
Walk In My Shoes, Hurt Ya Feet, Then Yall Gone Know Why I Do Dirt In The Street.
"Shorty gimme more a u, ill take on 4 of u, plus 44 of the 48 laws for u"
"The Future is a mystery, the past is history, today is a
gift thats why its called the present"
Um on 7 Mile Ridin fuckin Dirty
Cass Corridor as well punk