I only see devastation in the back drop/
tragedies no longer siece/
which means more fatalities of innocent human beings/
Im one of the realest individuals/
with my flows flowin like a bloody nose/
posted up and reppin for the east coast-in these streets -Im untouchable/
yeah, I wreak havoc, spit static till your brain rattles like a semi automatic/
tragic how I murder emcees and leave em in the attic-Ive done had it/
now Im to the point where my soul is soaked in blood and madded/
like a k-9 left outside with noone willin to have it/
when it comes to rap, I spit real shit-whip up a cocktail of verbs and rhymes to make a groupie raise up like bisquik (pancakes)/
I'll smile in your face and burnout all over it at your funeral -while Im short shiftin/
these fools aint gangsta/
when they were in class gettin A's/
Im on the block chasin paper/
screw haters/
by now youd know that Im'a real G- until I die/
so call me Sancho -the verbal annialator/
re-uniting lames up in the sky/
