As the rhyme design Finds it's way into your mind I'll recline while you soak up the next line Lyrical son, loaded gun Knocking out teeth You got beef, come and get some Static, you gotta have it You got nothing in the attic My rhyme is like an Uzi on automatic Power lord Voice cuts like a sword Black Knight, ruler of the hoard Crowd roars As I take my place Attitude rude dude like scarface Pose stiff as a lizard Rides so cool What is it a blizzard Live in action blown like a cyclone Full grown lyrical AI Capone Spraying rhyme machine gun Mother's only son with suckers on the run Winner going on, Durron is strong Beat the opposition down Like a ball in ping pong Rookie yo, yo, no I'm not that I was playing the back And being held back long I knew it's wrong Now crushing sucker Ducks like King Kong I am on a roll On and on Blew up on the scene Like a time bomb Rhyme psycho I go on a solo, name's Turbo Watch my status grow Bloom, SNAP consume Fell to his doom, fresh kid Rockin' with flavor chocolate Check out how I rock it Stand alone, alone I stand Burn like napalm At the mic stand