Ultimate Warriors

Enter raps Wolf Blitzer
The wolf who spits over a litzer
Legit, the first rapper to get the Pulitzer
Their bars are torches, horses and morse code
My bars are Porche’s and courses in source code
To enter my rap realm
It’s like tapping the sap trapped inside of the hem of a black elm Yeah,
and while most can’t see the light
I read and write at the speed of light
Though some say I paint a black picture
Like Hitler with a black chick at a bar mitzva
And this is Jack the Ripper
I’m Jack Tripper smoking crack with a black stripper then he back flip her
What I do is unfair, like Pun was here with huns, waving guns in the air
I charge the skies of Zion
I’m a lion recharged like light ion in ions
Verse 2 (Zero Star)
Rewind Era be that era that I come from
Flow heavy weight with tipping scales it weigh like one ton
Earthlings tried to shine on me, not blinding me with one sun
One gun, one pun
Make her 'til the drums run
Since I was just a youngin' wilding out on motor speed bikes
See like he’s nice, higher than a bee’s flight
Wired to the matrix that y’all making this a G’s life
We fight every day they made just out to be trife
I want to rule the world so I’m moving like a king do
Married to the game between these words like in a ring too
King who? All I want to do is write these words down
Never will I stress, I feel like Brady when it’s third down
The word is the wordsmith be kicking like a goal now
Plus I got that spirit you can hear it in my soul now
Plus narley off that Marley like my dudes that live in So Cal
I try to live in peace, I don’t want beef I want the whole cow
Verse 3 (Cas Metah)
Every tape of mine aim to shape a sick design
Take a move at mine I’m a make it with your spine
Engrave eight in your back
Aikmen in his prime
If eight men in a line then it’s eight men that I’m frying
Be afraid, be very afraid, why?
I’m on my Jeff Goldblum, making heads fly
Never paid to be played on no station
If SI on FM the DJ’s a straight fan
No question about who the best is
I’ve been blessed since my conception
My style’s original, your styles are pigeon hold
When I let the trigger blow you open like a centerfold
Nobody eats me, like when dinner’s cold
My flow frozen like Minnesota winter snow
Triple dog dare you Flick lick the pole
But it’s a kiss of death, Medusa’s mistletoe, I’m the ultimate