Brooklyn baybee breath fire while you breath oxygen
this chika will get all up in ya grill like oxy 10
an mc beating me defines what never is
i'll have you tied up bleeding like an iraqi terrorist
when we battling dont ever twitch
or end up in a dumpster slit throat and severed wrists
my telepathy shred mcs like cheddar cheese
i end my enemies edibly,after i crush them with telekenetic energy
if you get me vex,i'll strangle you to death
rip a hole in ya chest
and wrap my hands around ya lungs instead of going for ya neck
lyrically i give 150% to kill a mc
if you can figure out the number coming before infinity
then you have a chance of beating me
anything you hear bad of rumor is untrue
and all you chickens who cluck fu** you
and all you wack punk crews fu** you too
ion fist got a style thats swift
could turn the great wall of china into a useless pile of bricks
by applying pressure to his knuckles via his wrist
street fire is a freestyler
that shine so much he makes C-cyphas
squint they eyes like weed ligthers
he dont smoke but if he had the need
it wouldnt be weed
it would be redwood trees
lit at 300 degrees
have you ever seen a a gurl in a fu**ing rage
have you ever seen a fu**ing blaze
so hot it sent ya retinas up in flames
i hate critisicm and people who be dissing my rap
and i'll expolade in ya face like shaking a soda the twisting the cap
you ni**as wanted it
so we bringing it and forget fancy rocket ships
cuz it aint no asteroid its the four horse human of apocalypse