DESCRIPTION:
It's been a while since I've hopped on a cypher, but I decided to do it. Rate, comment, and subscribe.

I'm calling out Foul Fortune: http://www.youtube.com/user/diabolic42090

LYRICS:
I'mma start slow on the cypher, so that you can decipher,
Every venomous lyric that's from this viper.
Steppin' in, the deadliest veteran, no one nicer.
Rapping till there's nobody left in this - I'm a writer [righter].
Full of the vices, wishing you had my lyrical devices,
Even Mike Tyson would bite this.
I'm the nicest, so you don't want a crisis,
I'd leave you lifeless and send you to where Christ is.
Up in heaven in less than seventy seconds,
They step in, benevolent reverends say there ain't no resurrection.
I need no weapons to get em, my deadly venom's,
Momentum will settle any vendettas, so watch the way I end em.
I rip the melody, then haters emerge.
They think they get to me, but they never stay on my nerves.
I'm spitting heavily, you can feel the weight of my words.
There ain't no remedy, sickness when I'm makin' a verse.
And yes, I'm relentless, ain't nothing to fuck with.
Coming after you [u] like the ex [x] that I broke up with.
No v and w - alphabet is corrupted [you, v, w, ex].
You will never blow, unless you mean suck dick.
A combination of every lyrical artist in congregations,
Outshining every star in the constellation.
There ain't no consolation when I dominate em.
These populations, I'm calm with the confidence when I conquer nations.
This shit is Klassic, erratic, a rappin' addict,
Attackin' the track with magic, Aladdin, rapidly at it,
A magnet attractin' static from wacker faggots, reactin',
Subtract em right from the face of the planet, like it's some mathematics.
Yeah, a real rap phenomenon.
Predator preying [praying] like a Muslim on Ramadan.
Sickest rapper that steps on the track, on and on,
You could never fuck with me, even with a condom on.