Moka Only I'm the durable mammal, Moka Only the complete abnormality Fatality maker, don't you sleep Why? It's detrimental that you set your mental clock right So you can catch the prime example of those who rock right The top tight, my mics made of alabaster Castin' shadows the size of Mount Shasta beadore I smash ya I promise to be the bombest, I gotta say that You wanna die? Well you can be accommodated To be honest, you soft like hummus To be on another plateau you gotta rap pro or become sawdust I'll ?? ?? that ass with no exception Been ill since my conception, I came for the collection Same ol' casj respectin' bitchs I can't front yo Bizzy D went back to the hotel an' spelled his name in dough I'm hella pro, a rappers work is never done I like necks, I think I'm bout to sevre one Prevail I put my pressure on the corners and cave the box in There's homicide on my breath and rhyme circles of sin See if I don't re-animate the meat grinders grain In the 8 wing where grey veins protrude from my grey rings My collection of strange things include: A barreling delivery like a Winchester and a pool full of crude Oil in my turmoil ridden block of ill rhythm Where cracker cockroaches talk about class division See I'm not stuck in a strucked out function I adapt to the place I hear the bass bumpin' Keep every rhyme different, that's a sign of a vetran Keep a bag of Buc Fifties in my cabinet of medicine Mad Child Make sure the door's locked and your deadbolt's fastened Your worst nightmare that shares no compassion Acid falshbacks get hacked up into fractions Sergeant's road kill, still missing in action An unafferctionate date, I'm section eight Let's play, you be the bride of death and decay Do you stay awake at night thinking of the things you should worry about? Follow this blood trail and hurdle through the forest of doubt, til I'm out In the wide open plains, hopin' to maintain The same yeild, but the field's littered with corpses Death is my departure, til then I'm explosive An overdose of death, spare me no thrill I'm rare, bare me no ill will, I'm there The last man standing, never call a truce Apologize? Nah, strength needs no excuse