@ 15

The name

Of the brother to blame is quite plain

Its not the reign, but a brother who don't claim

Or aim to be a preacher or ordain

I have black thoughts, therefore my names the same

No question, my ability

In the studio facility

As I exercise my god given utility

On time, I get behind, and push along a rhyme of mine which I design with what? the mind

Leave MC's blind with amnesia

Chop em in a salad and my name ain't Caeser

Think twice before you approach

Get benched by the coach

Like eggs, your poached

I wrote murdah, so you could say it's murder he wrote

You think I'm hell sent, so you repent to the pope

So don't walk, when, the sign says not to

And don't talk when black thoughts about to

When I say maestro and bro starts to play it

If you got a rhyme in your mind, then don't say it

Save it, for the weaker

Pack your portable speaker

And utilize the treads on your sneaker

And take your sorry crew back in, forget about rappin'

Forget you ever saw me and forget this ever happened

Cuz, you might have nightmares of MC's being slain...

And I'll be to blame when you go insane