Don't fool with my cool when I'm out on my grind. My tunes are the tools that'll blow out your mind. Mind blowing lyricism every single time that I grab a microphone and start to fry. Like Rakim when I go for mine. Make a flow so tight lay an ocean right here in the mic booth and it froze to ice. Word warfare this a soldiers life

My rhyme is the knife. My wit is the blade. A pity you wasted your time to create. The minute made sounding tracks that you parade. In your limited vision you think they sound great. The division I'll place is beginning today. Put an end to you lames. I will put you awa. You play me too close til you saw I don't play. I'm a minute from raising the stakes in this game. BOOM! So let that sit and sink in for some minutes. Attentively study relentless. Mentally physically pushing my limits. Lengthen my innings with out a blemish. Linking my pen ink into an image. Sinking this sickening shower of sounds and syllables into your frontal hemisphere when you hear this. The rest ain't nearly near this clearly superior emcee tearing through here and now they fear this. Cuz my appearance is the nearest sight to getting the clearest view of how my music moves its motion you are hearing. My emotion in my lyrics. My floating mental spirit. Mind sharper than a spear tip. Trip your ears out like a piercing wet with LSD. I'm telling these fools don't fool with my cool. Liable to catch an eye full when I cock lyrics and I pull. Don't fool with my cool now. We moved out. Deep end of the pool now. We rule out your crews sound. Russian roulette with 2 rounds plus 2 more times 2 now. That's 6 down the tube out. Casing to face ya when we tryna bust a groove out. Nothing power but moves now. Its new sounds from the dudes mouth. Was due south. Found a new route. Now I smooth out tunes that move crowds. When it booms bow to the new crowned grindingest squad to do SOUNDS. JUST PLAIN ill with it. Fall in or lose now. Need ice to get that bruise down? These nice drum breaks ooze out this wall of sound I haul around to test y'all to see who's down. Time for truth now. Who's down with this? Then lift a fist. I get it in like college kids that's lifting fifths of liquor. I'm sick. And dressed blacker than licorice. Ridiculously ripping beats like flesh to the carnivorous. Don't shiver from the drop in temperature there's just one simple rule... Don't fool with my cool…

Cool like Miles Davis Blue & Green when it's playing out the range of speakers placed in stereo surround raining sound. But when I change pages raging on you haters I get hot like cast iron skillets. No mitts hands baking. No sense no patience.Ferociously go brainless. It's concentrated anger I'm displacing when I aim this abrasive word placement at your faces. I'm rapping anger management you rap for entertainment. Never been nameless in the game since I displayed I wasn't playing. Lose my cool inside a cadence that'd make your for head cave in. Never grazing just a brazen hit to where you keep your braces. Splatter art your teeth like patterns in a Pollock painting. Fool with my cool? My rhymes are brolick waiting lifting weights and going predator on prey until they pray I break my concentration. Return to a conscious state. Instead I'll to rip beat tape. Go from cool straight to heat wave like I don't know how to behave. Relate the change in state to aggravating Bruce Banner. Break my cool but still abuse you with this style that’s Land O Lakes. Handle fakes with this verbal mace. Come get a taste. Enter my space and I'm a spray to melt your eyeballs from your face. Pace like I'm on interstates. Wanna race me? I'm accelerating. Elevate my sound to break into your celebrating. Hell is waiting if my cool is crossed there is not hesitating. Switch from meditating to destruction from what I'm creating. Staying level headed but debating. I could play it cool refraining from grabbing mics and slaying some. Caging up the hardest bars to save you from this acid rain that penetrates and burns with cuts from my serrated tongue. You over rated? Run! I hold it down like staple guns. I don't play into the papal state these major labels run.
You know the rule... Don't fool with my cool…