C.S

G's a lyrical wizard bringing burning blizzards.

Reptile sensing lizards, lyrics scaled reptiles hearers.

Born from the legion of death straight from Deepers.

When you address me it's Capital.

Snap back, like Snap-Backs, curved a little, but it Snaps back.

Murdering fascist that blows back, shotguns blastpacked.

Immaculate talent in the mic it gets ram sacked.

The forest of lies grows, truth be told G's on a pedestal.

I see no one on this throne, to early to tell but it's already overthrown.

XYZ Chromosomes don't mean nothing more when I spit.

Straight from the pit, burning fire is where G's lyrics live.

For the hell of it, I'm sometimes full of it because I know I got all of it.

You paid the full price yet I still get many hits.

Friends for enemies, head for head but I'm still 1 for benefits.

Flowing crazily easily is just from my hard headed table tips.

Waitering and not stealing from ugly whore head half tattle-tits.