verse of the year

you asking for trouble battle rapping a master

lines like brass knuckles, you better learn faster

than the last guy, i rap crass, that's for sure

act like an ass you get smacked with manure

i'm up on this track like g-rap, you get curbed

don't act all anorexic like you can't get served

go home and purge, cause yo my flow submerge

any rapper in the vicinity, past the verge of obscenity

disturbed when you get attacked with nouns and verbs and pretend to be

just a passive passerby asking why would I contend with the true

master of ceremony, you're like a phony pastor.

I spit the truth and only that, bring Babylon disaster. flow from

here to the hereafter, call me Frodo the ringmaster

apparently scaring parents when I kick out the headmaster

the pied piper kidnapper, fill the crowd with laughter gas

in the aftermath, it's only my raps you lusting after

pheromones fill your bones, heaven moans with passion

time for new dimensions creative expansion

hang your man's crew with a noose made of plankton

once smoked blunts in Belize rolled in plantain

with my lady only dressed in a necklace made of jasmine

this avatar dragon rider flies the Grand Canyon

go back in time to meditate with Buddha under banyan

mastermind and legislate to put an end to famine

levitate with ancient saints and dance with Michael Jackson

this is B-Still, the ink well, stories that you'll tell your grandson