ABSTRACTADOX on The coming album Doxology IV

THE VERSE I'm tired of battle raps,"sike ,these battle make cattle's fat,I keep feeding them ,A food for thought my thinking of caps,Are expensive they need a salary cap, I'm a free agent from S.H.I.E.L.D,But they keep calling me Cap,An acrobat Jack ,Who dares you devils to snap,In fact you walked into a booby trap,The "t" is transparent and the rest is a "w" rap,Leave you hang-en with your thumbs tacked,Attached to the wall ,who called style abuse ,no need for defacs, Take heed to these facts,I do damage on these tracks,I'm in a field that's filled with deep cats,My raps twisted vortex spinning spitting debris at,Whoever in the path ,Ill snatch the staff of Merlin ,Bigger whirl winds making your trees flat,Google the on the gps map,If i was a gun my tongue be a twin cannon, "AIM" You be the Rich Gannon scrambling , "What"tried to get away,Metaphors handlem ,My mental plates sandwich them,Shoot I used a Big mac,Mind rotating glok I squeeze the trig back,I peel caps I PAC 10 caps in a mac ten,Time for action when I'm mic smacken,You get a mic whip from Central Islip ,You back peddle from hits of a Mike Tyson Lick,M.Bison finger tips,paralyze your scripts,or verse or whatever you call it.