A Little Something

[Del] Yeah, huh I will display my dynamics Get out the way damnit I plan it just to leave MC's abandoned Brandin X's when I flex this I wreck shit And leave rappers searching for the exit Lets get physical I got precision skill Until I fill ya spot when you rot Shrivel, crazy paranoia cause I'll kill you Cut you Me and my microphone reach out and touch you Crush you into particles I'm sparkin, still I get smarter And I make my styles hits harder I mack styles Stack piles Distract smiles You're wack while I continue to get in you [Casual] The main purpose to my service Is to make MC's nervous No one will serve this Superb is my skill Niggas get chills as I spills 'em I kills them with vocals I slam and folks will Out jammies because I slam with ease And you can't deny that because you abandoned me Huh, I came to collect my thoughts This collection brought perfection And it was taught to the masses Now your ass is out Cause Cas is out Your shit clash, I doubt That you will make it But you can fake it, like these other pooh-butts I don't know who Or what signed 'em They must be in it for the loot Fuck, I don't need this wack shit My tracks hit, the straight beat And that's it I hate a weak MC When he speaks it tempts me To crack his skull and leave his domepiece empty