Once again it's the real
I'll microphone enhancer
Smokin' mc's till I die of lung cancer

Once again its the main event
Lady gettin, cranium killin'
Makin' all these lames wait a minute
Comprehend what I'm sayin in these wicked lyrics
The illest leader since rooselvelt was up in the building
Pickin up a fresh pack of some mc's
I can't stop it's like they've been filled with nicotene
My chain smokin' is hopin these stations stay open
To stay roastin' all these mc's that remain posin
I stay chokin' on their dirty, as I journey through sweepin the streets of Mc avenue
I can spark a mic hotter than these squares know
I'm more serius than satellite radio
Producers know I'm usin logic, best call me plato
I'm moldin' all these rhymes around the counter like they're play-do
I smoke em' down to the filter so I get a buzz
flick they're butts to the curb once my lungs have had enough

I hit the L locomotin' over all these tracks
Makin' hits with the name Easton all up on the bat
Always runnin' with my dogs but I ain't no bitch
Like my dude Harry best believe I'll catch a snitch
I'm ashin' all these wack acts with a passion
Gettin pain from these joints man I need some aspirin
I'm possibly spittin' philosophy like Socrates
As haters cross I be squashin' all these hypotheses
Havin shows, smokin' average joes
Case closed, guilty for murderin' microphones
Don't worry 'bout a lighter, the roof is on fire
As I keep spittin' all these flames are gettin' higher
Makin' so much heat once my voice and a beat connect
These Mc's are my alternate to cigarettes
It's the real ill microphone enhancer
Smokin' Mc's 'til I die from lung cancer