Cut It...

So now you chewing what? Your own words. You grown nerds thinking you harder? Oh word you linking that garbage up to track crushed by ant the artist? Course it sound dope son he created it. Kendrick said quit biting his cadences. Best in the city? Quit playing kid. I'll give two thumbs down on some hated it. You over rated and I been ripping on beats before you were popping pimples in the sink. You better think before you get into the ring. This that heavy weight flow and you just cannot swing. I'm primetime Tyson. You suck like Dyson. First round knock out on Dr. High prices burning y'all like over cooked fried rice. Turn it off son you just trying to sound nice as a flow you can never touch. Let it go mics you should never clutch. When in my presence step with some reverence. None of yo wack lines got any leverage when I start to crack spines spilling my essence. Racking ya mind while I’m wielding this excellence. Here and I'm presently killing my sound. You spitting out duds and kicking live rounds. Nothing but lines now and no time outs. No trouble to out rhyme a sucka punk. How could you think that you got the best rhymes in the house? When I seen you catch the Sand Man Simms from a crowd? Might have more fans my man, but I've never once been booed. If you can't understand that means hand to hand I got the quality. You wanna jack my style try and bottle me? Remodel the language for bombing beats. How many empty emcees could I pop with these tenth degree killer karate rap odysseys. Gotta be outta this world just to walk with me. I'm a phenomenal oddity, oddest anomaly, honestly I'm a be comically dropping emcees that's my philosophy. Please... You rhyme colostomy me I'm the apostrophe filling in where you thought you'd be. Killing it like when Rastas beef from index to the glossary. I bend text over constantly and throw my soul between the folds to show you there's stopping me. This is that first round knock out. Second inning slaughter rule. Third strike now you're out. Fourth quarter bout to lose/ Fifth of liquor bout to puke. Six-pack with out the brew. Seven hill over view. Burn the eighth then ya through.

Over...

You see I run with the A team so the B team/ I am beating. C me emceeing completely Deletes your chances of being. The best emcee. Even top three. EFfortlessly I am sweeping your feet from beneath you keeping you at a distance from being the best rapper in the city, in the country, in the world? Maybe only after every other rapper ever quits could your pipe dreams unfurl. Worlds apart in skill I hurl perfected pressure like a pearl. Veteran letter man stepping in better than any and everything that you twirl around a beat weakly. Believe me I make beats weekly. More frequently but who's keeping count as the amounts increasing. Seeing yourself as the peak when sea level is where you being. I'm living this lifestyle everyday cheif and you just working for the weekend. Gotta be the farthest from best. Yo what's this harbinger? Death. Silhouette's a flat line to yo wack lines. I'm a whole army of fresh. I'm just too hard to digestand yo I'm hardly impressed. You number 1 in the world? I'll send the world my regrets. Acting like you got more rhymes than Em and Can-I-Bus combined. I'm the winner on Double Dare you'll never be above my lines. I'm Karl Kani-ed out Busta Rhymes thrusting disgusting crushing spines. Concusion busting blood luston drum percussion when I dine. So take that how you see it on a break beat I'm demon. Meaning believe me like the part in your fade we are not even. So pretend you're the greatest while I give this track a beating and leave the family of this beat grieving. Believe it…