My devotion to the code absolute

Never put doubt in my mind when I rhyme

Truth that's the line of work

Write lines I got line’s to work

If I say I was lying that's a lie too

So who's the Houdini mouth almighty fool

I got your backpack

But It’s best you watch your front boy

Not that average delivery boy

I'm coming hard like Carlito guey

Rare rapper who rap's real master of kill

License to ill boy beasty

Boy double that indemnity for security

I speak acidly while you're on

Visual drug's eating LSD

That's subliminal texture subtle

Enter the square with the Sav Killz