TS yes, approach Science, sport at least 3 vests cuz I’m tha King of tha Vets / skip tha Kevlar yo, guard ya head n throat cuz I’m havin a verbal episode, Tourettes threats with Uzis n tecs / caress duress, never regret ninja, lets take it to cassettes ninja/ I eat ya mixed tape up n press eject ninja / I been a weedhead since ’92 n when we connect I’m gonna collide with you / riot with heavy iron tools, fueled up to snatch your iPod / don’t misconstrue tha jewels I drop that clue you in that I’m God / Milo got 8 lives, tha weedspot is where I patronize n I advise not to approach unless you spit rhymes / driven by weed, coke or crime, I spit terrible like Ivan / my metaphors contort parables of Science bent over backwards / my gats is words n y’all cats get robbed by me, so empty ya pockets, take off tha Wallabies n I’ll even grab those apostrophes / penny-ante MCs, all ya talk is cheap n gaudy, dressin all flossy like this was Halloween with fake diamonds / splash you in tha face n close ya eyelids, left to right, you fear God as you should fear Science…