my rhyme book is now thicker than the bible,you worship idols while i rock resitals claimin mad titles.I leave the mic sculding the touch its golden when im holdin whered you kop ur mold from ur whole crews raps are stolen my rymes are universal, belonging in commercials, i got a whole church of followers who merk fools. this industrys against me tryin to keep me low key but im not ur every day M.C. and ull see i pass the test. this lyrical ses inside my chest it keeps me higher than the rest this game is such a fuckin mess im on a quest to give you nothing but the best and never less so by my request please dont stress cuz we comin. we ready to show you somethin stayin gunnin. got u runnin for the door, let the empty clip hit floor. Push another in an bust sum more. we keep the mic levels high keep flowin cuz we fly makin phony rapers cry ask urself why ur at where ur at. no ones got ur back consider that when i see you im bashin in ur cap im RE-SITING flows, kickin people out the door, aint no thing to rock a show. what you thinkin i dont know? im sick with this, your on the hit list im leavin you hangin bottoms up from the crusifix i get my fix wit bottles of rum his life has just become another shity re-run and im done not waitin another year thats one rotation round the sun, no hesitation to cock the gun and watch these pussy niggas run, wheres the passion? im everlasting, my souls eternal im outlastin,  bring the cash in for dead rappers im an assasin i spit the shit once up on the track and im like thats done, i know you want some so come and get it, im livid i get wickid, its straight to ur face when i spit it. i wont quit it, just get with it.

Thicker than the Bible

im sure the stage has got you feelin brave at ur age but ur rapin like a slave in a cage unpaid lookin real cute with that mic in ur hand you get the boot like the last band thinkin u the man
im just another m.c. about to diss on ur click holdin that mic like a dick when u spit. ur runin ur mouth sayin things u didnt have to ur just a bunch a sad dudes that make up a sad crew and here you are, actin like you got money but ur sippin skole vodka actin like the shits yummy, uz a dummy im out runnin arronds when i got ur girls stairin, as im glairin she flips her hair an keeps stairin right back, swet down her back in the caddilac just don’t attemt to battle back
cuz i cut the track up till the shit needs stitches, despite all the snitches and of these dudes actin like little bitches. iv been searchin

M.C.s begin, spit try an get under ur skin but they lookin like sumthin that the cat dragged in i got dat good drough, always smokin on the endo with the kein folk stayin high off the benzos not a big thing to me, thats just plain to see stupid as fuck thinkin that u can hang with me i could care less what the charge is i got the chop shop in the garadge where ur car is, livin large kid its like this, i cant miss, spit the shit quick wit the wickedness so sick you bettter dress for bad weather im comin with rhymes so sick and so clever on the mic, yeah you better spit ur soul out i got myself goin insaine with this this game spitin magic mane david blanes how it came with a press quick packing slip,  over night shipped to my lip where it come out legit


M.C.'s

Shit i tighten up my kicks so i can run from pigs. my straps hitched so my jeans are stayin up at my hips. its simple mathematics and im at it a fenatic crack addict while you all stand stagnent. ur faggets. my phones ringin late night it aint no prak call, cuz i cut ricks like baseballs down to 8 balls, i make the greats fall.with every line etched in time is a rhyme turnin what coulda been your into mine its devine. im spitin free flows with my skills. still poppin pills and lookin for them cheap thrills and makin deal. its not a crime for me to spit my design but the way that you be spitin has the gangsta lean cryin. i havent hearda you dont wana hear a word from you for me to murder you would hurt ur crew we know thats for true so its on its like this its from the top shelf i wont even have to do it you gona wreck ur fuckin self

[M.C. Andersin]