This is a song about "Beat and mic"

See, there's a war going on and i'm the general

Sit and think sinful, so i grab the mic and shrink pencil,

Mic breathing in me, beat sound sealing my flow

Rappers was bullshitting, fuck it i ain't hating though

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

So sit down and listen to the beat

There's a million names for your kind of chronic

A true reflection once i go and get behind the mic,

Many casualties follow when i beat the beat black and blue

A shame i gotta put up with her shit just to get you

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

I've been spitting rages quite ill with mic skills and ripping stages,

And knock billiards out of your business, ya bitch

On the mic playing quidditch and cribbage

Love and peace but killin the mic

On trial for possession of some chronic