Exact

Making MCs freeze and drop to their knees

Like getting caught smuggling ki's to Caribbean seas

At ease, I puff trees till I look Chinese

And immigration says 'Can we see your green card please?'

My rhymes never ricochet needless to say

I'm just like the word kill only minus the K

If you hear my track play close your eyes and pray

I'm just like the word basic only minus B-A

Top of the food chain rub your brain with coarse grain

Sandpaper dipped in glue and glass so there's more pain

I haven't reached my whole goal till I've got your whole soul

Over beats so hot that they stop drop and roll

Extravagant far from arrogant it's just apparent

That I'm better than any MC and I'm declaring it

I'm giving stitches to phony bitches acting vicious

Chefs around the world claim my flavor's delicious

When it's talent they lack, then it's beats they rob

I shine so bright the sun had to quit his day job

It takes dedication to rip the ill iteration

Quite amazing blazing hotter than Cajun incineration

Crime MCs pretending to be deadly and steady with the gun

In reality they're ready to run

Before you learn to run, you have to learn to walk

I'll help the cops out and write my rhymes around you in chalk

[Chorus]

I got the deaf people hearing this, blind people seeing this

Paralyzed from the neck down still feeling this

Deaf people hearing this, blind people seeing this

Paralyzed from the neck down still feeling this

[2x]

I don't give a f**k like I'm celibate

The truth, I'm telling it, battle MCs for the hell of it

Why you get bent just selling it, that's irrelevant

It's evident Benefit's beyond intelligent

Go ahead and bite, my style isn't edible

My rhyme's a jawbreaker, type incredible

Pitiful, that you're not taking me literal

Left in the hospital, shaking a little

I'm breaking a little; you break in the middle

Of your body cuz you're weaker than the strings of a fiddle

My style's deeper than the themes of a riddle

Time to belittle, no chance for acquittal

The judge and the jury sentence you in a hurry

To get beat down in a microphone flurry

I don't worry, but my eyes are getting blurry

Cuz I see so many phony fakes of fury

Touch this, and you can catch one fist

Right through the center of your chest, won't miss

You're hopeless, even with the chrome vest

I still penetrate to your heart, don't test

I'm the sickest MC, the quickest to be fighting dirty

You're biting early, quit acting girly

I grab my trusty pen out of my right pocket

And stab you in your brain right through your eye socket

[Chorus]

When I battle you with wordplay you can't walk away

Cuz I'll break both of you legs and crack all your vertebrae

With only one look you took and your whole crew shook

I don't need a phone book because I'm always off the hook

Grab your head twist and crunch like twisting a Dutch

Then battle crippled kids and beat them down with a crutch

I calmly casually humiliate your family

Punch your mom in the face for raising a whack MC

Bend your sister over yelling 'Who's your daddy?'

When she replies me I simply put it in slowly

You'll never be the thug you wanna be even with the bid

Even if you did cross me I'd get even with you, kid

Occasionally I really start to hate the phony

So I reflect reality through my testimony, do you know me?

I spit a flash flood to splash blood and, rash, dug

A grave in fresh mud for the last thug

Who came incorrect and didn't respect the intellect

Recollect he who drove in the fast lane wrecked

The industry slept while true fans paid attention

Tales of battling a legend whenever Benefit's mentioned

I'm sicker than the average man when tearing into competition

Whose ears are blistering from listening

For fame I'll rip the skeleton out your flesh frame

And rearrange your bones to spell my name

[Chorus]

Still feelin this