It's a conspiracy, my feelings free, styles got feds watching me..
Star in ya galxacy, correctly alligned, my minds photography..
Lyrically uncut like pornography, see the smoke i'm bombing streets..
opposite of meek, i'm sleek, like a skunk my style reeks of odor..
Secret service message decoder, money owers i fold ya for clousure..
Framed soldier, well documented, demented battle blower..
show ya training in trenches deep, J.T.S. strengthens the weak..
Awaken the sleep sheep the devils enslave at pastures,
they little bo peeps..
And to all you digusting swine merchants you are what you eat..
If i face defeat my last breaths after that..
But first ring the alarm, on the swarm melting plastic cats..
My wordplay ignited, is hazardous to the habitat..
Pumping my fist panther style, in ya aisles bagging scraps..
Hell is where i rest at, my blocks like Iraq..
Strapped insurgencies heard of me, hurdling other darts..
My gleams so extreme my frame glows in the dark..