M Phase:

Lyrical Miracle, there's no time for reprehension

No time for teaching your ass lessons get in detention

Did I mention spherical knives like ironic

I gain progress without dirt I'm hydroponic

I caress amy and give birth, I'm fast as sonic

I'm slick, quick, bitter and shit, I taste like tonic

Plutonic, I'm from another place in time

From a different galaxy no fallacy

Amazing grace in rhymes, open your mind

Will I spit lines snort into your system

I kill rappers in the game don't ever miss 'em

I spit lyrical flame, Use your Intuition

I'm on a mission to entangle within the system

Have a vision of children living without any killing

So I'm spillin the truth like the opposite of BP

When my album drops your gonna wanna to be me

I put the MP in mp3, three years and you'll see

I'm actual factional, animal

The jaw opens and I break there mandibles and I'm killin em

I'm a cannibal, Never bite rappers cause I eat them alive

If you ever enter my dominion and you will never survive

Spit like a minigun but I'm not about the millions

Not about brazillions Not about narcotics

Ever sine I was hooked on phoenix I knew I was different

As an infant reading those comics I felt so distant

Alter your state of mind like a piston give me a listen

Cause I'm dishing and dissing any rapper that gets me pissin

I deliver propane spark up and let them know the name

I ain't lion (lying) I'm the main (man)

Lil Vinni:

I got racks on racks on racks on six packs of snack

Packs of kit kats in mouse traps that crack your snapback and make ya back snap

, cuz it got my gat going click clack I'm fresher

Than a sack full of tic tacs, ya right mac, I run track

I'm more brown than the mildew in the cellar

A fortune tella with a white chick stella looking like some wonder bread and nutella

I'm a thin fellow, so thin I blow when the wind bellow, me and m phase pissed off yellow

Bout to chase the beat till its jello

I'm an indian doing a tribal dance, I must suggest you stand no chance

We rippin this era like some old pants

No more rants, except a couple on twitter i'll let you know in advance

This disease eats on me till I become sick kick back and read dick tracy

As I shop at macy's for a case of mace to spray on nancy grace's face while she hosts without a trace

I win the race with my race

And thats saying something for an indian its a synonym for cinnamon colored tinnamon square businessmen looking eminems -i am a rapper kids