I spit fire Lyrics

My Clapped fist on the grip of a kalashnikoff

Call him the Czar aka Baptist 'the melon heads' Popov

Don't tempt me, lest I squeeze nuff rounds off

These rhymes right here I got nuff of

Call your bluff like "You ain't been or seen shit boy.. so fuck off"

These bars are like flaming cocktails ; Molotov

Your rhymes don't fit; like OJs hands in a black glove

Your starting too low; my flow is way miles above

This that shit that dem true heads love

Rap has come full circle like doors that revolve

It's a mystery to y'all, a c-rhyme you can't solve

This that Darwinian rap theory, on how the fuck the game has evolved

I moonwalk over these beats like that dude that moonwalked was also gloved

Statistically speaking, I'm in the top 90 percentile

That means I'm peaking

So shut the fuck up, when a God Mc is speaking.

3rdSon, I spit fire

Wack Mceez don't know

A Rap assassin for hire

Wack Mceez don't know

I put my rhymes together and that's of the dome.

I'm that street king sat astride the throne.

I Rome like an Italian on a cellular phone.

On your best day you ain't better than my clone.

I battle MCs, groups, squads and crews all solo..

I mean O'Solo.. yes.. that's all alone

3rdSon, I spit fire

Wack Mceez don't know

A Rap assassin for hire

Wack Mceez don't know