[Senim Silla]

How you feel, What the hell is this shit?

Reaching for the cover, turning up your deck

Who's blowing your cassette? Color me for suspect

Tan's what I am, tan rizzems what I rep

Rap fans bely we don't forgive or forget

Strapping down the mic, kamikaze rock the mic

Suicide, stage dive, it's gonna be a live night

Now just to be accurate, label me immaculate

Short fuse like monagues fuel capulets

Elaborate labyrinth, lavish pimp pattering

Rip, rude to ravishing, cabbage scavenging

from word babbling, babbling brook and words travelling

Like Miles Tattling, I'm kind of partial to battling

Haven't you heard, you got beef from a so cattle then

Hit the sunset saddling, rap Bronco

Riding over tracks, Lone Ranger and Tanto

Compose on the console, making it feel better

Sunny to ill weather, I'm a all-season pro

All-terrain flow, shift five gears with four-by-four

On the go in the fast lane without reverse, I can't slow

No brakes, push the pedal to the metal

The Formula One devil

Heating up the treble, I rock like Prudential

Most cats is just Pebbles, when you want it live you can't

Compromise or settle, check my water level

My reservoir pours Great Lakes fifty States

And across seashores, the word spreads like pollen from spores

Like wisdom from folklores, my fans from tours

And those are just metaphores

For how I distribute to you and yours

Opening doors

We bum rush like a drug bust

Nickel and dime, now all is mine alumnus, illustrous, wondrous

Ominous in my Prime, call me Optimus Senim

Transforming slang on the fire maximize

Complete fumigation better jet for ventilation

Before you suffer from Senim inhalation

Air deprivation

Playing me for jolly, thatc