Originally Posted by J.T.S.
Back in the spot-rusher, mass appeal fan, and mc crusher..
Fun-crusher plus, my company flow fatal like a caliber shot brain buster..
Gut ya like Cappa's line on Winter Warz, haterz dead em like dinosaurs..
we can compare wifeys, labs, and anything else to settle the score..
calm cat for sure, don't get twisted, i'm a hammer holder like Thor..
When i'm done bonning out, better believe the power-u's sore..
Or ripped out of place, invade my space, heat ignites outta waist..
It matches my pant size 38, to squash beef i won't hesitate..
One of us won't need a wake, some die over mis-takes..
Brothers and sisters come in different colors, ya own making u prey..
Defend myself like a mantis, if i'm in the can, or on the canvas..
Feds shook of this rap shit, big brother understands us..
That's why he kill us off, i'm from a tribe that's lost..
A maurader moving only at mid-night, giving the feds a holocaust..
and every traitors dying, bodies pressured from the iron..
Got rivals on the run like Forest, no saving you like Private Ryan..
YOU KILLIN' E'M JTS MAN BUT HERES MY CONTINUATION TO YA VERSE
I came from the spot that rushed
Hold cha face up to the mirror like JA rule
Fuck these fake emcees that all talk about ďI Got MoneyĒ/
When theyíre bright as the sunny side up
When these niggaz get cold in this cold world they blush/
Hold they flow in and think theyíre number #1 like Nelly versus KRS One/
When they sinking thinking they still got sexy ladies
All in debt we can flow on the block or in the studio or the sweat shop/
I chop beats wit my flows that donít even need to be repeated
I defeat cha then delete cha how about cha read cha rhymes
And Iíll let you decide which gamble you wanna take/
Iím like The Borg I donít break I assimilate knowledge like college
Enforce my wreckages text messaging my verses to be typed n written/
How much weed cha hitting if you ainít even already chipped in
Iím spitting a billion words a minute wit more to come sooner than later/
I crush these flows and make these haters go extinct like the dinosaurs
So if you donít wanna be raw or taken seriously then you can get the Jones/
My flows rattle ya bones down to the electrical currency
You body is producing to encourage ya very movements/
Once Iím inside cha inner space like Martin Short
You better abort cha plan or youíll be lying on the ground/
Grounded and found dead wit cha ice left broken
And shattered showing that hip hop never mattered to a Stan like you/
As people like me are Mass Appeal, Step in the Arena type of emcees
So ask yourself if you still want wit us right where you stand/