I aint gonna front i got multiple Criminal Habits,

Cant compare this flow to the 1's of B Rabbits,

I make cash off da Rock-N-Roll but not like lenny Kravitz.

I Distract-Scenes, and Stack-Greens, off of people that Lack-Dreams,

I Contract-Schemes, TWI shakin ya block like when joe Fat-Leans,

Not like what Rap-Seems, Im so dope i get offers from Crack-Fiends.

Rep. on the street is expected to surpass that of alCapone,

My ass is numb for the extensive period ive spent on tha Thrown.

My Flow already looks good Dont need to add an Italic,

The rhymes are used for specific reasons like a foreigners Taled,

My flow is Calid,while ure admission in my battle lounge is far from Valid.

I conquer government leaders n internationally hustle their Pure-Oil,

Me and AldiG turn the serine scene into complete Turmoile,

I release the deadliest diseases making the only Cure-Foil,

I bring the most hazardous carnage ever witnessed 2 Ure-Soil.

I know for a fact im ill dont need u 2 Agree,

I've been on this mic so long its becoming a fuckin Jubilee,

Creating viscious murders to the furthest Degree,

Ill deliver a death in da family n i aint talking about da novel by James Agee,

I leave a horizon of dead mics with spectators completely covered in Debris.

I burn more than fabric products dipped in Acid,

By the time another organism has this flow Mastered,

My great grand childrens kids will be put in their Casket,

Words outa my mouth create multiple hazardous environments far from Sapid,

Nemesis can be found in all surroundings like da theory of god by Hasid,

the continuous flow is Rapid, but massive murders are Tacit,

Got the flow, Skill, shit i got the whole Package,

I mistook T9's rhymes 4 those of Randy Savage.

I watch as my opponent Aborts, my staff has criminals of all Sorts,

I show no Remorse, and my wordplay is far from Forced.

You can feel this damage by us both whether ure Here-Or-Away,

This is not my rivals Verier-Day, T7, i let that Inferior-stay,

Opponents hate me because im what they Fear-Or-They-Fake,

My flor demolishes weak mc's as i witness them Deteriorate.

My attitude is similiar to when Serenity-Hits,

My Lyrics are supplied with Perennity-Bitch,

Recievin death threats but also Amenity-Tips,

All eyez on me, like organisms with Identity-Chips.

Shits Hectic, but never givin a Sceptic-Rank,

Im just a rapper with a Respected-Bank,

I make call outs, those Accepted-Sank,

Or get hit up with an Unexpected-Shank,

I release my anger,while others hold in more shit than a Septic-Tank.

Half of these cowards havent even hit Puberty,

Its funny hearin them yell out wat dey gon Do-Tah-Me.

I own Precisley cut blades 4 Severing u from ya Abdominal,

Nemesis gets constant recognition, shit even my rivals claim i rap Phenomenal.

Tell me Nemesis is anything less than dope and u can be another Victim,

I been screaming TWI on tha mic 4 so long its locked in my System,

Knowledge is key on da mic, so i pack a book n Release my Wisdom.

Any lyrical crew fuckin wit TWI can witness first hand the extensive Suffering,

RT still spittin bars 2 crtically impair mc's 2 show them im Still Tha-King.