You Started It

Vernacular genius equations vocabularic. I'm a Mozart Carlito Brigante with a symphony of automatics. They don't want no static. Calculated trajectories never erratic. Cool, calm and collected I never panic.
Son I think you wack. Like Pun but I'm packing lyrical Macks in the back of the Ack, ain't counting stacks, I'm protecting my wolfpack, chillin and sparking blacks, 100% loyalty is a fact.
I'm never one to quickly say fuck it. I got a life list son never a bucket. I'm laid-back like lounging in my yacht watching regattas in Nantucket. But don't get it twisted, I break mic stands on my knee like baseball bats Kirby Puckett. 
In a cipher I'm reckless breaking down doors, I come through like a wild horde of rabid boars, stampeding through your floors, you whisper while I roar, you betrayed me once, remember when I said "I'll settle the score"? From a young bull I graduated to a savage Minotaur, now I see you creeping out the back door, I'm a promise not a threat you want to ignore, I'm not holding back anymore, I can feel it in my core, you can't prepare for what's in store, you threw the first punch hijo de pu I hope you're ready for war...