Concentration, a method I use to elude or confuse or remove or suck away from my crewNo mercy, I'm givin' no slack to those who act flinchin' that you get beat with a batNow here's a melodrama slapped together a few minutes agoPertainin' to those distant hoes, keffels and hoes, Carter's the broYo, you know punk, I got the right to take your life and goCause you's a perpetrator, you ain't down, you just around the vibeYou step off punk before you get beat downBrutally dissed, not only mental but physicalBrought face to face to the vibes and the lyricalWC9 in fields, ayo checkin' when you mention my nameThink I'm a full metal jacketNot in the state of improvisin' any violenceBut don't slip unless you wanna see it rideSmile on my face, you nothin' but a backstabberRoamin' around sayin' that I'm a punk rapperJust on the water, some crews and those who never heard of meI'm here to say that the devil, he was givin' no mercyHe's got style, he's got pace, he's got humorHe understands his formatPitcher, pitcher, pitcher, pitcher, pitcherFlames steadily burnin' in front of the domeIntensity is growin' and growin' and it's gettin' strongWe trapped inside, we lost our breathLookin' to death cause I'm a double stepAn overlooked professional, but see I kept comin' yoLyrics so fly, they shoulda been on, that's incredibleNow why would a sucker wanna battle the dub?You just a featherweight, I better get a scrub or snubI dedicate no perpetrator, get it straightTo you 89 rappers, y'all ain't all that greatRun a L or meet your rhymes at the hip-hop showsWith styles that played out, we're glad it's not in the afrosYou ain't down punk, you're not united, you're jockin' my rhymesAll you wanna do is body correspondin' to my rapYou need to adapt, comprehend it to my EnglishI'm not talkin' to Japanese or ChineseI'm speakin' of a disease called perpetrateYou're punkin' the beat, yo, the W strikes like a swordJust rippin' and strippin', you're phony rappersAnd half y'all been trippin' like little womenFeminist punk, she need to quitI want the mic like a bass head wanna hitVersatility, ability makes it hard to step to meStep off your soft, forbase-abilityReally, see, you wanna be jockin' impubityStep towards the devil, man, that's impunityMentality gotta be grown, strong, stop yaggin' meStrategy, seek, destroy, cause more tragedyRhyme designer didn't climb and climbHit some old-school stuff, y'all, to mess with your mindLike poison or rave, but too bad, I don't spray no moreNow I throw grenades and carry both bowsBro, you're too slow, hit the dance floorIt's time for the W, waxin', packin' shouldersAll I want is some crews and those of you who never heard of meI'm here to say that the W is givin' no mercyThere's nothing abnormal about the way that he talksHe doesn't talk abnormally fast, he doesn't talk slowHe just talks to the peopleYeahYeahYeahYeahYeahYeahYeah