I ignite the microphone to a scorching ball of fire Light up the sky with the olympic torch wire tapped to the console, then I'm high rolling with the diamond tipped drill lyrics, straight from Oakland Don't get too comfortable your lungs will fill with fluid cause I'm tunneling through your bulletproof, at the speed of lightning Move right left, swing diagonal you still gets tagged so acting on impulse results in disaster (yeah) I'm like chance, I come unexpected like a glance down the barrel of a AP-9, I'm mind blowin Potent like crystal methane It's insane to try me but still niggaz attempt They body goes limp, then they brain starts trembling Dissasembling they physical makeup and mental health Gettin one step closer to oblivion your chest begins giving in There's no avenging your death on the microphon
