bullets v. 5 (shadowboxing)

the sky's grey the wind's whisp'rin,
you can here me comin' if you stop and listen,
betta drop your gun and get a pot to piss in,
cuz i see you shiv'rin' at my apparition,
verbal jizzin,
and skills with no intermission,
i be bending wills like dem willows whistlin'
betta pop dem pills or get to pillow pist'lin'
so you sleep sound 'fore i come around,
dang'rous sounds,
and fat beats from underground,
lyrics like the gats speak on evils known,
snorted on the back streets with devil's own,
nuthin like dem jacked leaves of homegrown,
lost my mind,
spit outside of space-time,
i dangle nursery rhymes like they was grapevines,
untangle MC lines til they be frayed twine,
you gonna skip a beat when you taste the heat,
swift retreat,
got the gift plus the technique,
causing major rifts cuz i begets beef,
even if you sift throughout my rap sheets,
you couldn't get the points cuz they that deep,
broken pencils,
are no match for sharp utensils,
shit i came from scratch and i'm in to win this,
learned the game from rappers droppin skill stupendous,
this ain't for fame i'll clap you 'fore you ask who is this,
god's my witness,


[think Gza "shadowboxing" instrumental]