You Can Tell

Yo, You can tell be the "Tone" of my voice, I keep "Loc-in" My Sub Z's coldest, finish rhymes, the beat's chosen You must be joking, try to battle me? hopeless Strike back and fall like the Greek/Romans, call me Green Lotus I kick emcees at any "sleep on me" moment With speech you could only "dream" of, like King wrote it Code red, see the mic be open, me hold it, me Moses You should of left the beef frozen Cause I got recipes, from west to east I jack lines from KGB and still couldn't be a whack emcee For some reason cats still wanna wage war I'm the one promoters pay more, you who they pray for You're far from a heavyweight, I step in the ring Weave and bob your "punch" lines, I don't "like" your Similes Mentally, physically, lyrically, you couldn't harm me Don't even think of steppin' to the One Man Army The lone saddle ranger, ammo aimer, battle natives Like Banner David, incredible flows channel anger My "Resident" was "Evil", you graphic like Castlevania Your hooks/line sinkin', I'm down, holding like anchors It's no comparison, you pale with one, embarassin' Even on my off day, "Ferris" tongue to ever come From the underground, best verse to run your town My double edge s-words castrate your fucking style