I'm thinking, talking, walking, sparking friction with diction within the system I live in because that's just how I'm living I'm giving one hundred and ten percent when ever I'm ripping the mic. Suckers want to front but they know it sounds tight. I write hype lines to ignite minds, so put down your nines and let us fuck up your minds. I devastate whenever I collaborate to kill hate maybe that makes me an enemy of state. If you think it doesn't cousin maybe you should wake up to the way the country that you live in has been made up. I always shake up the competition when I'm spitting lyrics that are well known for the dome splitting level of hypeness, tightness, preciseness. We simulate the feeling of being trapped in a vice grip. You might slip but only if you choose to quit cause you know What's Left don't ever be kicking no bullshit. We just step to the stage and then we proceed to rip no frills but you know the skills are guaranteed to give your mind, body, and soul just what they need. You know the s.o.n. be rhyming till his voice box bleeds. While the king of the rhythm be making you stampede the power of our sound be altering what you perceive. Bodies drop to the rhythm Bodies pop to the rhythm Bodies lock to the rhythm non stop when we rock! x2