lyrically im the epitemy(sp) of a hero when it comes to killin off all his enimies, real mc is what they call me when they see me on the streets and hear me for the first time rhymin on these beats.For petes sake its says advisory for a reason.cus im out of control when its mc killin season.Treason is what they claim when you grab the game and make fame of your name.Im stil the same.I have nothing to show for this growth.Its a joke.When fake MCs make it cus they know someone in the industry while im sititn here broke.So im'a keep it real and get this shit off my chest.I havent had the worst life but it aint the best.I dont deal with AKs or bullet proof vest.Cus thats not the kinda message i wanna stress.And Im not tryin to be better than the rest.Im just a white boy in this game of chest,while writin lines sittin at my desk.I got you all angry turnin red and mean.Like a reaction to infedameans(sp).Ill have you bustin out all the sides and seams.Like your missin sumtin that cant be seen.Or like a mexican jumpin without the bean.Everytime I rhyme it turns suspensful.Like I came out writin in led with pencils.Its stressful like a gunfight without the pistols.Then i get on the track an I make it sizzle.Missols is what i drop instead of bombs.That were writen with this pensil in my palm.Calm before the strom filled with static.Ill have you runnin around like a coke attick.Its automatic here it and you have to have it.A habit out of control before you can grab it.Stash it away so you know it wont happen.Captain of this like and there's no way.You can bring me down with that shti you say.Im stray like these muts without nuts.But Cuts so deep they burn.Turn around with that look so stern,on your face cus you thought i was dern,done whatevr same thign it doesnt matter.Ill bring you bad luck like walkin under a latter.Tearin MCs up lyrically like a raptor.And this is the last line in the first chapter.