Always takin aim, sendin missles hittin crisp, it’s tactics
Only spray and pray while lazy, pissin in the pitch blackness
With my grasp of mind and matter every time I rhyme, I smash it
My attacks’ll back you out like a protruding spinal fracture
I pursue the kinda magic that made Zeus the titans master
Producing primal patterns, every moves a slight disaster
I’m infused with mild manners, I cry in acid, sometimes I panic
when my eyes flip back ‘n scramble, admiring my mind in action
As wise as the suns inventors. Met them in a slumber session
Set the bar and hit them with a double like theirs pun intended
Beef with me? Ya dealin with more shit than a behemoths spleen
My teams supreme, chance of winning thin as a bulimics dreams
See the scenes? We hit ya till the clips are gone, then roll the credits
Know you bitches botch it. Outta split the loss like co-defendants
Nigma...