BENEATH THE VENUS HILL

I phrase mathematics, linguistic rhythmics the wiz kid is at this,
the gifted lines I spit, I hit your ear drums, with flows,
you can not slow me down like slug, I bug and drop free styles,
in mean while sit back child and check this rap kids profile,
never wild, I watch my poems stack up, I never lack,
I pack dope lines like narc, you bark loud,
I doubt everything you are about,
You might stand in my route, with a shiny grill in your mouth,
Even the willies's chicks feel me when bust my philly,
beneath the Venus hill, the Meangreen the real,
known to deal a phrase that blaze your hone's,
lips like chilly, you wonder is he for really the illest?
call me the icy flame I scorch you with till you chill,