im the valiant stallion rallyin the west coast
from cali to maple valley shall we, yes, lets toast
and even if i dont play host to the whole thing
i still consider the whole west coast my home, bring
me two mics so after i blast the first one
ill have another mic to spit my second verse on
some of you fools are less entertaining than birdsong
and if you heard the skew is the bomb, you heard wrong
im a whole field of mines, ready to explode
implode from the inside, so that my mind shows
on the outside, look, you can see it through my forehead
a big pouch full of ideas and metaphors
as rare and valuable as the gold of cortez
im more or less a victim trapped in this vortex
of random thoughts, leaving emcees with sore necks
cuz im above them , im lookin down on more heads
than bruno during the mtv awards did
a horsehead attached to a corpse dead from facing the
emcee who walks into gun fights with warheads
they say skewered is nobody, he's only seventeen
but facing me is like kickboxing a man with seven feet
or trying to kill a man with two hearts and seven spleens
the mic is my weaponry, and dissin me is lethal
im a a seagull and deceitful emcees are the feeble worms
im searchin for, and im hungry for a beakfull
people people, hear ye, skewered is headed skyward
and im reppin the 425 till i die or get reitired
three wires attached to three pliers attached to these liars
knees, fire spit over beats tighter than writers
elite, hide or get get fried over beats, don't try to deny
it you're weak, the switch to this machine is the mic that i keep
at close hand at all times, walkin through this ghetto of rhymes
ready to wield my nine at any moment or time
im hopin in time that i will be as dope and sublime
as i am now, 500 times magnified
made to ride, i take lyrics from two sources
my brain and my mind, which means my rhymes are plagiarized
hazel eyes that can suddenly turn to red
depending on my mood, and what you said
white skin, black bones, unbreakable backbone
i'll leave the happiest rappers singing in sad tones
bad flow on opposite day, hop in the way
of this one man convoy, get stomped and toppled for days
i dare you to hobble away, this is exactly what happens
when beef somehow occurs between a snake and a dragon
im the average joe with savage flow
rhymes nastier than your moms rotten cabbage yo
the old adage goes you are what you eat
you're about to be my dust, dont spar, retreat
im battle rappin saddle-strappin cattles backs and ridin em
faster than your cadillacs
like em said, i dont even gotta make sense
i write rhymes on gray paper with a gray pen
start writing at 8:09, think for ten seconds
and end with three verses and a chorus by 8:10