(my) hands grip scripts in sandscript, i manage ta damage the oulandish bandits
rappin famished without a plan, shit, im standin without a scam, get
real before you try ta rip a mic, cause i rol with the gifted type
who always rippin right, pay attention and listen like
you duckin a fuckin fist in flight, cause when i done with my run
there wont be a bitch in sight, my writtens tight, and i lay down the law
and phase crowds with raw straight sounds that drop jaws cause i stay poundin hard
with this rap shit, wack shit is cracked quick when i smash it with action
massive skill that just cant be measured, i crush rants with letters
emcee’s dance with cheddar, but get my flow must grant me better
status, cause these kids is tradgic acts, spittin average crap
patterns wack need a fuckin magic hat to make battle raps worthy of my battle axe
when i spit theres no aftermath, plain and simple? i got phatter raps
and unravel fast style when i free, to catch up youd have to travel back to see
what im about, and im about to leave, a fat gash on your fuckin mountains peak
cause yo i use my mouth to weave my mental fountains leak and gather clout and steeze
while you left out to freeze for doubtin me
–OminousOne