Pure microphone magic   Carving up MC's, straight up torch their weak embellishments   Getting it, put it on   Dirty download gigolo with the illest flow   Yeah   Perverted Monk high chief      Life Force moving swiftly   Pitch forks steady miss me   My renaissance, my brother's light eclipse me   My rough callous feet stomping on these city streets   Fuck that turn the other cheek   Unless you squeeze a peach      No parental advisory, so no need for the bleeps   No comin' in my crib unless you wipin' your feet   I hit the street, I feel good plus complete   A lotta hot rappers ain't nothing without their beat   Mark my name, on the clipboard, I gets raw   When I was sixteen, that's when I used to rip for it      Like Jiminy Cricket, hopping over the candle stick   Watchin' my ass and yo I learnt quick   I'm nifty, shifty with my dirt, G   Doing my thing, put in work, ain't nothing hurt me   I bring it from front to back, white to black   Shoe to hat, use clues I'm doin? that      Rhyme skills the dopest, the lyrical style I spit is ferocious   You feel the beat in the streets and get close to this   So while I do my thing, you do your thing   Caress the mic like a baby to make your head bang      Rhyme skills the dopest, the lyrical style I spit is ferocious   Feel the beat in the streets and get close to this   So while I do my thing, do your thing   Carve my name in your brain, make your head bang      Monumental, thoughts flowing sequential   The quintessential mental, tapping into   My focus, take it round like a rental   And if I have to cut you with my gonzo   I'm like a warless sword, I'm digging into   Like you can joust defence   So many strokes and slashes let off   You ain't got not fingerprints      Carve you up with my Rambo, Ammo   Looking like leather-face, trippin' on the dance floor   Too much hypocrisy, up in the market, B   It ain't about talent, it's all about the currency   My magna opus, addicted plus the dopest   Maybe I'll write a line and Fara Canna quote this   They got status but can't work the apparatus   How could a project sell millions   Talking 'bout millions when half their buyers ain't seen a thousand      Rhyme skills the dopest, the lyrical style I spit is ferocious   Feel the beat in the streets and get close to this   So while I do my thing, do your thing   Caress the mic like a baby to make your head bang      Rhyme skills the dopest, the lyrical style I spit is ferocious   Feel the beat in the streets and get close to this   So while I do my thing, do your thing   Carve my name in your brain, make your head bang      Times is kinda critical, that's why I gotta keep it lyrical   Simple and plain, 'cause I don't wanna riddle you   I'm tryin' to black out, 'cause I'll blow your back out   Pullin' my axe out, do a M.O.P. mash out   With my dreads out, an' I ain't no type of boy scout   Mr Life Force but you call me The Count   Got so many names that I can't even count   Let's see, Paisley, 5th Thaing, Mr. How, Dr Intergalactic   My other names is under the mattress      Now you can get your grades pissed on   After your body's been buried   From trying to get your diss on   Wax off, wax on   My calm is bringin' a storm from the night until the early morn'   I got so many styles, forget the grape with wine   Life Force on the mic an' 'bout to put it on   Takin' you ass away like I was Kogon      Rhyme skills the dopest, the lyrical style I spit is ferocious   Feel the beat in the streets and get close to this   So while I do my thing, do your thing   Caress the mic like a baby to make your head bang      Rhyme skills the dopest, the lyrical style I spit is ferocious   Feel the beat in the streets and get close to this   So while I do my thing, do your thing   Carve my name in your brain, make your head bang