i make eyes bleed bt we dnt see no flows/put ya eyes 2 my fists tryna see my blows... 4see my punches/im c*min thru wid tha shine bt i aint reflective/i shine brighta dan a gemstone in a cesspit/i Rome thru hell so call me Juleas Caesar when i spit hot words dat blow up on tha mic lyk speakin a Greece (grease) tongue/i perform in tha bathrum 2 shower tha masses wid skillz/and giv u hardware tools so u feel my drillz