What do you see when you stare in the mirror,what looks back at your face?
Is it a man who's a killer or is this kat's just a waste?
What do I see when I look at my reflection,put it plain,who's the man in the mirror?
The earth's shook in all directions,i'm like a hurricane.ohh fuck,dammit I'm iller!
A lone warrior with my heart in my soul and my soul on my grind,
So i'm sorry world,but even in dark i don't fold,it's gold when i rhyme,
I might not have enough friends but it's cool 'coz i got enemies enough,
They ask me when the spittin' and visions end and I can't believe these fucks,
I'm so determined i caused determination to change it's mind,
Standing on the center line,there's no equations,just me,the game is mine,
It's strange to shine when everybody swears it's not possible,
They called me insane to rhyme but I didn't care,it's all obstacles,
The only way to stop the bullshit is to shoot the bull in the ass,
And yes it does get hot when I do spit,it's like matchsticks pulled in a flash,
Striking the matchbox,set fire to all that touches the flame,
So fuck all these cat's talks,i don't care,when I spit the rush is insane,
So what do I see?I see a man that don't give a fuck about shit,
Or a shit about fuck,he knows what's it about,it's about spit,
The hip hop religion's priest,that's all I see,that's all I live for,
So I see a lyrical priest that "roasts" rapper's balls but still he spits "raw".