Check it out....I spit it hard, I can split it slow,
1000 diffirent ways, I can spit my flow,
Opponent after opponent they just keep commin
Left runnin, in ThahAllDead desserts, wich is so stunnin',
They were never found, never again theyve seen there face,
One afta the other, these mother fuckas vanish without a trace,
Now a days, only a handfull of great mcs left, so I bless the few,
But as shure as IM holdin a life in my palm, the next is you.