This is my first song with producer BenzoWrack. It's part of my push to take some of the networking skills I've learned on Steemit off chain. I really dig this dude, he's a really cool guy and his music is real open and available for a MC to do whatever they want on it.

I will be doing a lot more songs along this vein in the upcoming weeks as I continue to expand my network off chain. Appreciate you guys checking it out!

Lyrics

Now listen, I spit with precision
I'm in the kitchen mixin beef for the chickens
That say they gods, But I do not believe in religion,
to me it is fiction, yes, I have a predisposition
Seizing these MCs then I'll squeeze
and beat them till they bleed and plead for forgiveness
I decree my expertise, I do not see competition
those who fiend for position, here's your relief for addiction
When you think an MC, I am the definition
these fleas see me, immediately they flee, it's tradition
Get gone, extradition, that's what this is, Isn't it?
I've wrote and designed the dopest of rhymes, exploding confines
now please, open your mind
Awoken to find this total decline, I spoke to divine
He told me go and opened this shrine
Hopin to find a moment of time to own it, I'm loaded and primed
The globe it is mine
Please give a moment of silence, throw in the towel,
lint is what you will find as your child's skin,
I trained under Mao in the sickest of Shaolin
I get it, so get to the bow in. (bowing)