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!