The Muta Scale

(Verse 1) Bind torture kill, I'm but a low key killer/ With bodies of instrumentals that decay in the winter/ Lord forgive my arrogance and misuse of my talent/ But they pushing T like a diss record from Malice/ Stacking all the ashes like Somalian springs/ Stephen, born stoned, like the prophet before me/ Walk tall, big stick, young Buford Pusser/ Might take a beating but it won't be for nothing/ Jesus, if life's a bitch, nail me/ Spartanburg dope runner, I'ma young Vic Bailey/ No is not option, take it off the table/ Keep cheerin Brock, I want a crack at his Sable/ Compose sonnets subconscious, tell tale of my promise/ Don't spit but I vomit, till chasin the comet/ My only competition if really I'm honest/ So farewell brother, give my word that I got them/ I'ma raise hell like a scene out of Sodom/ They ain't yet equipped to come answer my problem/ They fade in the shade to grenades that I'm lobbin/ I'm Tyson coked up, blow never will soften/ Treasure how I'm measured, hope they speak of me often/ My word to William you can bet that I'll knock in/ Any door unopened where I'm welcomed/ Shit I'm already up, you better hurry the hell in/ Bleed, Muta Scalin/ /(Verse 2) Propelling forward sonic at top speed/ Classic hardcore, Pamela & Tom Lee/ Man made smack, tongue modeling Roxys/ You try being dope, swallowing pop seeds/ Fresh cut razors, package of Mach Threes/ Great Wall, Berlin, I beg of you stop me/ Hate, but on the low love and you watch me/ Me & two of my aliases make up your top three/ The cookie may crumble but never the cracker/ Decimate the molecules and the atoms of rappers/ Top rope bow, Randy Savage a rapper/ MC, I come after the rapper/ Blithering, Blathering, Bastard/ Mentoring, Managing Magic/ Try and get by me with your packets of swagger/ And I'ma carve out my niche on your neck with a dagger/ Thats whats happens when your character's mailed in/ Meet the abyss kid, I head up where you fell in/ Bleed, Muta Scalin'/