I ejaculate venom out my lungs when I'm spittin',
it was written in the mind with the wickedest intention
My invention is a model for aggressive
insurrection and rebellion
You're a peasant like a feeble
-minded pheasant
Now trickery is eminent,
you cannot get with this
I am not feeling what you beat
into the pestilent
Arrogant?
Heaven sent?
You are just a derelict
Talking out your neck,
but your brain does not connect with it
I am not impressed,
I will always be a heretic
Diligent and studious,
I only dwell in relevance
Embellishment is overrated,
pass a point of saturation
I only deal with those that will keep my
pockets compensated
Some will try to hate for the
truth that I recite
I'm the answer to the question
of this generation, why?
You can fabricate a lie,
try to get me crucified
But now and tonight I'm just
a man up on the mic
I am the man on the microphone
Let the beat play,
I'ma get into the zone
Unleash the beast when I spit into the chrome
I do it for the little ones, do it for the grown
I am the man on the microphone
Let the beat play,
I'ma get into the zone
Unleash the beast when I spit into the clone I do it for the little ones,
do it for the grown
Bringing you intelligence,
circumspect intellect
Wisdom for the ages,
murking it with dialect
Rhythm is a life scape,
music transcycling
Mission of your mind state,
translate to writing then
I am caught in beast mode,
driven by an appetite
Hunger for the next phase,
risen to the next flight
I am on another plane,
you are just an oversight
Music so immaculate, feed the soul,
open wide
There will always be another,
another trying to challenge this
I will always be your brother
but unless you damage it
I am not a feline,
you can ride the phallicness
I will make a feline, if you try your malice tricks
I am of the might,
body soul until thy kingdom come
Choosing what is right,
I will fight until my freedom come
Creature of the night,
I will light the way so come along
Music is the life I lead,
come on now, sing my song
I am the man on the microphone
Let the beat play,
I'ma get into the zone
Unleash the beast when I spit into the chrome I
do it for the little ones, do it for the
grown I am the man on the microphone
Let the beat play,
I'ma get into the zone
Unleash the beast when I spit into the chrome
I do it for the little ones, do it for the grown
I am the microphone master,
technique's phenomenal
Insane poet, yes he's the prodigal
Sun with the hottest flows,
deadly and impossible to f*** with
You internet rappers ain't
even plausible
Please check your audio,
I double to a different style
I rip smites on stage,
got em goin' frickin' wild
Got em sayin' all shit,
leave em all costed
Defeat em to the lions, yeah,
toss em in the marsh pit
It's anger and aggression
when I spit it from the gut
It's danger when I'm flexin',
plus my lyrics, wah
I'm a beast in a booth and a
savage on a mic device
Propane lyrical flows when I ignite the mic
Feel me like when lightning strikes,
really for the violent type
Gladiator music for my
Spartans that like to fight
Bet your last dollar on that kid
Cause tonight, tonight it's
L -S -P -G -R -E
Night
Breedin'
Butcher
Night
I am the man on the microphone
Let the beat play,
I'ma get into the zone
Unleash the beast when I spit into the clone
I do it for the little ones, do it for the grown
I am the man on the microphone
Let the beat play,
I'ma get into the zone
Unleash the beast when I spit into the clone
I do it for the little ones, do it for the grown
Jp Tha Hustler 
