i came, i come
heavy as a gun
you want my rhyme, you gonna get some
your rhymes are big, but mine are bigger
holding the trigga is a real bad nigga
i came to win ya, & i will
standing still while you get ill
that is me, me is that bat
mc's the ball, me the cricket bat
each word is a lyric, each lyric is a page
there aint no stage i cant rampage
you hear the rhyme, its cuts in time
spread it energeticly, ruff & poetically
this mc is born free.........