You never heard of me? Listen, learn and see
How I come spittin’ flames, to burn emcees
Heads to turn to me, eternally, you’ll see though
That it’s Stockton, Malone, Jordan Pippen, me and my ego
Shit on ya twice, each hit rips through your life
I’m on top of my game like sitting on dice
Each flip…gets twisted up nice
I’m the king of all era’s…lets get history right
So listen to mine, open eyes and witness divine
I’ve been bitten more times than you’ve written your rhymes
Lyrics that shine in time, will christen your mind
To a real lyricist, just tryin’ to spit mine
Wanna battle better ask me to start showing you how
And have Bin Laden in your corner, to throw in the towel
Fuck a friendly battle, each word spit with hate
Bitch I’m great, I don’t step to I rip the plate
Nobody listens to you, each spit you flips a waste
You went down on your girl just to see how my dick tastes
Fag, the stacks are up you better back that up
And if losing makes you better, how you still wack as fuck?
You’ll choke at these hands, I’m dope on demand
Made you crowd surf at your show, to pull a joke on your fans
You only say I’m wack, cause I put too many thoughts in
And my punches go over your head…like foreskin
Destroy the best emcees, rip the shit out the poor
For each line you wrote…I got a victory for
No hit and run, your sexuality will get dissed for fun
For raising question marks…like the Riddlers mum
Most fans show me props, never been straddled by one
Nobody likes a cliché…trying battling one
Get slayed fake bitch if you try and hate on this
When each track of mine sounds like a greatest hits
In raps I’m the phatest, it’s a fact you’re the wackest
Couldn’t get your name on the map spraying graff on an atlas
In war, dip shit you’ll get ripped quick
Cause losing’s in your makeup, next to your lipstick
Stomach is fed as punches run through my head
Call me spiderman, leave netcees stuck on the web
Ruptured and bled, this herb is worthless
How you gon hand me a loss when you don’t even serve a purpose
Fag get smacked in the jaw, for asking for war
Confused my dick with hay, and you keep grasping at straw
Each delivery garbage so stop with the words
And your flow is def, as in its not being heard
Wanna fuck with Death? I suggest you rape a corpse
You can’t even stay on track with your train of thought
Exchange punches? We’ll see who’s the hardest
With your bars stretched to fuck like penis enlargements
Collapsing your rights to be snatching the mic
As each line I spit is just more bragging right
Disasterous plight, a supplement’s due
So wack not even your beats ever compliment you
You’ll struggle not to get skewed, not to lose
Not to have my shit dropped…on the top of this dude
Each word a quotable, each rhyme a slogan
The games got my name all over it, like designer clothing
You spittin more old lines than pensioner’s faces
Try and bite me face it, your dentures is wasted
Start finding repeat, keep me riding the beat
Step to me rhyming with beef and you’ll die on your feet
Speaking the truth, I could spit weak and you’ll lose
Throwing so many punches even the beat will get bruised
An internet legend, so much hate at this man
Try and claim I’m not natural and I’ll spit naked till I am
I won’t drop, it was a hard rise to the top
Now when I arrive at the spot all the ciphering stops
Sharpness slices you, lyrics gush from your cut
Each time I write a rhyme my pen is bustin a nut
Abusive with my flow, I’m ruthless with timing
And if you claim you don’t feel me you’re either stupid or lying
The game is up, get smoked, blaze you up
My tape like sex games…its gets played to fuck
I’m sick with the bomb, I’m the shit I’m the one
My styles fuckin ugly with my dick in your mom
I spit the truth, you just rap with hunches
So rewind my shit….the tenth time you might catch my punches


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