brittle cats know I’m wicked with rhyme riddles… I’m off the chain, totally off the hinges, insane Bringing the pain, while folks linger with aim Fiddle with fame and get how little they claim Taking the maimed strain of an artist to corrupt… Making a bigger name of a target to disrupt – …thinking, selling us trash wrapped with a bow Acts rap with no flow, textual content is low But where’s the conscience in their shows Still they blow big n sell millions of tracks So let me fill in the gaps, it’s all an industry And in the end we all know who the winners be? Bringing you the product so we can buy it fast Attire, cash, stacks of bundles, flashing a lifestyle You ask me but might I, fight the eye in the pyramid? Let me get violent with this lyric spit…silence me Violently making me hush! Ready to crush competitors The editor of syllable scheme blazing, letting off steam Cream got dealt but heart felt music stopped quickly What happened to those cats that used to drop sickly? This here is tremor, crushing rumors with memos Bending rhymes to fill sentences with venomous spit Enemies’ trip from swift spittage slung slashing shit Clashing with fists hitting assholes with sickness n wit Now brittle cats know I’m wicked with rhyme riddles… snabbis