Approachin me, you out of respect, chops ya neck, I get vexed, like crashing up a phat-ol Lex'. Armed and geared cause I just broke out the prison charged by the system - for murdering the rhythm! Domino effect arts and crafts, paragraphs contain cyanide. My beats travel like a vortex through your spine, to the top of your cerebral cortex. I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has, the force to leave you lost, like the tribe of Shabazz.

Tak je tady nová deska a Prago navazuje. Na skvělou hip hopovou jízdu , jak jinak , v tradičním textem vybroušeným humorem, osobním prožitkem života , prostě : po poslechu smažte . Nemá cenu vyjmenovávat všech 20 pecek , sami se necháte velmi rádi vtáhnout do tohohle rozverného rauše . Jak by nejspíš řekl Kato: " Poslouchej , máš na to .Potom až udělej za tím tlustou čáru . --------------Převzato." haha cHorro

Shackling the masses with drastic rap tactics, graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths. Your head rush, fly like Egyptian musk. First I'm gonna getcha, once I gotcha, I gat-cha, You could never capture the Method Man's stature. My DJ the catcher, he's my man, anyway he's the one who devised the plan. Handcuffed in the back of a bus, forty of us.