Lyrical Potency

I dont listen 2 these rappers cuz u know that they lie
The truth like Paul Pierce- the answer like AI
Stay high, stay fly, mindstate way high
Im a giant- my competition is yay high
May I- take a couple of seconds out of ur day?
2 show u how niggas flow out here in the real dade
Take u back 2 the hip hop days of nine trey
Where it wasnt about gimmicks- u just had 2 hit play
U could actually listen 2 what these rappers had 2 say
I take time in the lyricism that I display
Im obviously a prophecy- a product of poverty
Overcame many obstacles so nothing is stopping me
My futures looking promising- Im verbally astonishing
Im owning this rap shit like it were private property
Honestly my name holds weight and prestige
Fuck the ballpark, nigga Im a whole nother league
Dont be mad cuz a niggas what ur dieing 2 be
Its not my fault that ur dimepiece is crying 4 me
Be mad at Ms. Rodriguez- the reason Im alive
A halloween baby- I was born in eighty five
My birth was ur curse- whats worse is 1 verse
Is worth more than ur meaningless existence on earth
Im the 1st of the last and the best of da bad
Im the leader of the pack and the head of my class
Five nine in stature- with the nuts of an elephant
And Im far from ignorant- u know I can spit it elequent
The fifth element- something like Bruce Willis
Thats the reason that these real folks tend 2 feel us
Im the fittest- so Im destined 4 survival and glory
Got educated by the streets- didnt read it in stories
I talk about the gutter, cuz dude Ive been bad
I do dirt, no comedian, I just sin bad

!Fatal Content!

In the concrete jungle, they labeled me a soldier
I live Kostra Nostra, these niggas are chocha
They aint even coming close to my verbal style
Stuck with 1 track minds- while I'm versatile
U think ur similar 2 me? U aint half as wild
Want a face 2 the streets, I'm the poster child
Fatal Chico is fire- so give me some credit
If the punchline was raw- then u know that I said it
These little niggas aren't lyricists- these boys are pathetic
Ony thing they should be rapping are christmas presents
I'm the opposite of weak and equivalent of death
U could call my flow asthma- I'm taking ur breath
I'm a lyrical disaster in verbal combat
I'll treat a nigga like a plasma- leave his ass flat
I dont rap about guns when I choose 2 spit it
Only time they touch caps is when there buying a fitted
Me and Content- really cant see those those fakes
I keep it G' like Pacino in Carlito's Way
I'm a Chico- I listen 2 the guidos play
I'm a cash money brother, the Nino way
It'll be okay, I'm putting rap in it's place
The hardest thing 2 hit Miami- since the movie Scarface
I don't hesitate at all when I seek and destroy
I'm feeeling like Mike Jackson- a man amongst boys
A little bit annoyed off this shit that I hear
A bunch of trash on a CD infecting my ears
I don't even pay mind 2 these niggas on the market
There nothing but garbage- an easy target
All that tough man talking is totally irrelevant
I'm nothing 2 fuck with- but I'm not selobent
It's evident 2 see- I'm the Fatal type
So I stay with a blade like I'm Wesley Snipes, nigga!

Spit Ur Game

I'm spitting the game, bringing the fire
Ski mask on, all black is the attire
Whatever it is that u could desire
Better believe that I can supply ya'
This game is in dire, in need of a Chico like me 2 come thru and assist it
Twist it, lift it, flip it, put it back in position, kick it in other dimensions
Who do u know with a flow like mine? That could recline?
Keep it consistent from line 2 line, killing a beat like it was a crime?
I'm tossing nickels and dimes- getting u high, still in my prime, still on my grind
I shine with a rhyme, with a mind like wine, cuz I only get better with time
I'm- regarded as Fatal- able 2 smash any track or beat that I get
Treat these bitches like my verses- all I wanna do is Rip
Wicked, the sickest, slickest, swiftest, explicit, vicious
Precision with the vision and lyrics always exquisite
Not 2 mention- I'm murdering competition- I'm spitting it so efficient
Ur out of ur jurisdiction by thinking this shit is fiction
I'm swinging like Sonny Liston- with a lethal ambition
A murderous flow and a Fatal existence, holla!

!Fatal Chico!

I know these rappers dont like me- I dont blame em' 4 a second
I need a license 4 my words- cuz there something like weapons
And I'm something like a vest, something like smith and wesson
Popping at all angles- headed in ur direction
Connecting with lines- I'm a rhyme displayer
I have goals- and I'm chasing em' like soccer players
Innovative, so u know the best rappers are quoting me
With a beat I'm similar 2 Maya Angelou with poetry
U know its me potently showing u how it's supposed 2 be
Im a star with these bars so nobody comes close 2 me
I'm focused- the dopest you'll hear in a while
I could rap about whatever- I dont lack a style
Slightly wild- a menace and a problem child
So I stay with a scully like Mulder on X Files
Miles away from average- I'm calm, but drop bombs
I'm harder than R. Kelly at a high school prom
Im a don- the currency is my main objective
Time is money, so I'm taking advantage of every second
That's facts- I dont copy or emulate movies
Fatal sticks 2 the strict G code like Juve
Ha- U dont know me- I dont just rap
U could catch me running through these blocks like I'm Warren Sapp
These cats need 2 relax- cuz aint none of em' worthy
I've got stripes on the streets like a Bengals jersey
U cant disturb me- my words are superb- observe me
I'm striving 2 be a legend like Bird and Worthy
U know I'm the shit, Im a little offensive
A couple G's in my socks- so my walks expensive
I'm twisted, dimented- lyrics are always extensive
I'm known 4 killing beats but avoid the sentence
I'm listed the swiftest gifted and stupendous
And I stay in the hood like automobile engines, bitches!

Blasphemy

This is my favorite 2pac verse, I didnt write it but I wanna share the wealth. It's like my trademark verse, I didnt write this, so just read, its on my page.

My family tree consists of drug dealers, thugs, and killers
Struggling, known 2 hustle screaming fuck they feelings
I got advice from my father- all he told me was this
Nigga, get off ur ass if u plan 2 be rich
Theres 10 rules 2 the game- but I share with u 2
Know, niggas gonna hate u 4 whatever u do
Now rule 1, get ur cash on- M.O.B.
Thats money over bitches cause they breed envy
Now rule 2, is a hard 1, watch 4 phonies
Keep ur enemies close, nigga watch ur homies
It seemed a little unimportant- when he told me I smiled
Picture jewels being handed 2 an innocent child
I never knew in my lfetime I'd live by these rules
Inniciated as an outlaw studying moves
Now papa aint around, so I've gotta recall
I've come 2 grips of being written on my enemies walls
Promise if I have a seed- Imma guide em right
Dear lord dont let me die 2night
I got words from my comrades- listen and learn
Aint notjing free, get back what u earned
Getting high than a motherfucker bless me please
This thug life will be the death of me
And I remember what my papa told me, remember what my pops told me
Blasphemy

My authenticity

My authenticity is a mystery- people question my history
Wonder if my efficiency- is a plotted form of publicity
Hoping I have deficiencies- lacking a real identity
Far from anything typical- never claim or pretend 2 be
My words are simply sacred compared 2 what a scripture be
I aid the sick minds similar 2 what prescriptions be
Had limited equipment- but made it 2 far lengths
A tough soul- even my weaknesses are taken as strengths
Very few knew my story- 1 person knows me as a whole
Stayed with her beliefs no matter what she was told
Behind ever great man stands a woman 2 ride
Well mines is my equal- So her place is by my side
Coming from where Im from u could fold under pressure
I overcame all da odds- was taught by my predecessors
U should never resort 2 hate- cuz karma knows no retreat
Dont step on anyone's toes- cuz 1 day u might kneel at their feet
Fata Chico keeps it discreet- officially yours
Never ask me of my authenticity because mines is pure

Visca Versca

Visca Versca

What if Fatal was fake in visca versca?
If u approach me with the beef do u think I'd hurt ya?
If my vividness was timidness inside my verses
Would my value in rap convert from high 2 worthless?
What if I told u my persistence was non existent?
Would my position as a musician be that of fiction?
What if Truth was still alive and feeding me lines?
And me stating that he died was just all a lie?
Would my rise 2 fame be perfectly devised?
Or could u say it just simply was a clever disguise?
What if my peers weren't here and didn't pave the way?
Would I continue being Fatal or be labeled fake?
All it takes is a ripple inside of the lake
For an ocean of lies 2 blow up in my face
Theres no escape from hate and critics criticism
In visca versca there the criminals and I'm the victim
But it's my wisdom that seperates me from opposition
And my vicious ambition keeps me in good condition
My mission in visca versca is 2 address confusion
No disputing my image 4 a common illusion
There's no defusing my character- so that's why they love it
No distributing a fake persona 2 all the public
If all is nothing then nothing is lost when all is taken
Then no situation in life is 2 hard 2 be facing
Now a days it seems loyalty disappeared
Can't believe what u hear cuz of smoke and mirrors
Fatal Content's sincere- so we never budge
It's visca versca so u have 2 be the one 2 judge
And discuss if u feel that my rhymes are real
Or if my talent appeals 2 what u keep concealed
Before concluding 2 opinions I just ask u should
Keep in mind- what's perceived as bad could still be good

Visca Versca