Drum sounds, I’m back on track
on the train of life, bouncing like a jumping jack
put me next 2 you, I make you look wack
yo, this is not a joke nor a test
this is war, better get a vest
my lyrics make an impact like gun bullets
my flow like Nas, representing hip hop 2 the fullest
I’m killing ‘em, I line’ em up
spit 16 bars when you still gotta put ya mic up
got tears in my eyes cus you make me laugh
with your childish flow and ya retarded staff
I’m harder then a stutterer making a statement
I’m so hot when I walk I burn the pavement
my raps get ya stigmatised
give up, you’ll never get recognized
my mind capacity is 20, but yours probably half my size
you think you know, but you have no idea
you’ll get shot like that dude singing PIMP
you act like a player but it’s more like a play-act
you playback every track, that’s a fact
my rhymes are like magic, they hypnotize you
you’re an orange and it’s time 2 liquidize you
let’s refurbish the board, take out the trash
I’m sicker then your average, that’s why u and me clash
every sentence I spit, I got you tongue-tied
tonight’s the night that I lyrically kill you in a wordfight
I’ll scalp your scalds with a scalpel
leave u with the scent of death, crucify you in a chapel
no need to smile, cuss I’ll knock your teeth out
take a bottle and knock you over the head like puffy and steve stoute
fan 4ever, put my name on top, cus you I’m out