Ch-Check Mic Ch-Check

[Bigbeat]

Mic check, chins get wrecked with my left, detriment to ya health, slittin necks, wit a 20 inch axe/cut first, questions asked last/holdin up that iron flag like wu up on a ship mast/stats reveal bigbeat to be the beast prophecized in scriptures/painted in acient pictures, 9.1 on the richter/gun bullet filla, slug bust killa, aint no one realer/diamon chain stealer, plastic body bag sealer, seal of approval or face removal, you softa than cooked noodles/appropriate, im rockin wit it, you wrong to go against it/sit back slicked hair back, silver back, this ain't no rap act/this is the clap back, snow hustlin track/stream through a dream at light speed when i sleep, heed no warnings from me/and find yourself dead, cuz im obsessed with death/when no one's left, all alone, im still pickin at ya bones/a different cataclysmic disaster at the hands of the master, rap art crafter, there's none faster with the semi-auto blaster/this ain't no acter, rather im pushin infinite concepts past ya/odds stacked against ya/come on, so gone, so long, as i rule one arm strong