@ 15

The name of the brother to blame
Its quite plain, its not the rain
But a brother who dont claim or aim to be a preacher or ordained
I have Black
Thoughts, therefore my names the same
Dont question my ability, in a studio facility
As I utilize my
God-given utility
On time, I get behind and push along a rhyme of mine, which
I design , with what?
The mind Leave
MCs blind with amnesia
Chop em into salad and my name aint
Caesar Think twice before you approach
Get benched by the coach like exit post
I wrote murder, so you can say its
Murder He
Wrote You think
Im Hell sent, so you repent to the
Pope Dont walk when the sign says not to
And dont talk when
Black Thoughts about to
When I say 'Maestro' and bro starts to play it
If you got a rhyme in your mind, then dont say it
Save it for the weaker, pack your portable speaker and utilize the treads on your sneaker
Take your sorry crew back and forget about rappin
Forget you ever saw me and forget this ever happened
Cause you might have nightmares of
MCs bein slain
And Ill be to blame when you go insane