[Benefit]   A microphone has grown out of my wristbone   I've lost control of my vocal tone, spitting this sick poem   I'm possesed by hip-hop delivering spirit   I fear it because my hand is constantly scribbling lyrics   I can't eat, or even sleep in my bed   Tormented because a beat will always creep in my head   I can't listen to a drum loop without timing it   Can't hold a conversation without rhyming it   I walk down the street and my brain's known to rattle   Because I'm thirsty as hell for a mother f**king battle   I have no TV, already broke it in three   Because I turn it on to see another whack emcee   I have lyrics in my head, they always stop and then go   I constantly daydream about rocking a show   Write my rhymes all my life as it begins and ends   Broke as f**k cause I'm always out purchasing pens      [Blitz]   I'm the analyst, observe all angles of existance   The last dime in the dollar, completing the sentence   The ninety other pennies tossed through the wormhole   Worthless as the bitch dancing naked on the pole   I've seen twenty different worlds, at least eight dimensions   I'm better than an ameteur, repends instead of pensions   Who's the next worthless soul ready to stand up   Thinking they got the Holy Grail but they're sipping the false   cup   Lately I've been spotting, on the words of the rotton   With my looking glass, and hands to the upper class   Groups of blinded ones gather at a steeple   I label it an meeting place for meaningless people   Coalitions of hard rocks living without purpose   I sarcastically attack with the one man word circus   A surface of slippery ice, a dangerous crack   In the path of the ones who walk with their minds slacked         [Lawson]   Verge in the microphone, you begin to panic   Because I'll make the crowd seem the like the Atlantic that your   style is   frantic   It's so whack the store banned it   Had people covering their ears saying I can't stand it   My style is so fly you can't land it, I bring the supply because   people   demand it   My rhymes stand alone like they were a bandit   Three hundred and sixty degees and my CD's outstanded   It's so smooth it feels like it was sanded   Figures of speech make me smile like you were on candid   I'll pass you like you're a hand-it   When I come with rhymes that punch like a fist   Taking your microphone so fast cracking the bones in your wrist   Seperating you from me like mist   Eliminate the competition, by spitting from every dimension   mentioned   Benching emcees for flenching as I build up tension   Clenching the number one spot   Leaving your body to corrode and rot, to corrode and rot      [Rek]   Pass me the mic, I'll ignite like the birth of a constellation   Spit rhymes without hesitation, poetic devestation   Hip-hop's my love and recreation   Causing me to rise like elevation, syllables slice causing   decappitation   I hold the mic tight enough for strangulation   Getting technical like a calculus algorithm is my precision   Rhyme angle like pereputal vision   Code like red, I drop lines like a clumbsy cokehead   Judge like Dredd, countdown till the twelve hour has begun   I'm the one, the chosen son, I'm an odyssey like space, 2001   A new day has begun and the weight on my shoulder outweighs a   ton   And always when I rhyme, something always wicked this way comes