Ayyo it's Aemeth..but what's in a name when/
You was Born with Supremacy like you's Matt Damon//
I stay makin', tracks that stay blazin'/
N I've made Ron Artest run..on more than one occasion//
N I aint playin' like kids ridin' the bench/
My rhymes leave you drenched with the fire thats best/
Described as a threat for redefinin' greatness/
No preservatives...but still Ima stay fresh//
With pages and pages, of raps that are illy/
I must be ya ignorance cuz ya never gonna kill me//
I could spit paralysis, and cats would still feel me/
I change ya whole city like T.O. goin' ta Philly//
Its the facts yo, I abuse when I do raps/
Lyrics so dope, I got sued by the Truth ads//
A battle's like a good diet, 'cuz you gonna lost fast/
Cuz I'ont front...but yall choosin' to do that//
Why? Iono, but its way irresponsible/
'less you wanna live the rest of ya life, in the hostpital//
I'm like Fat Joe on skis, Im unstoppable/
And yall jus for show, like Peyton Manning's audibles//
So phenominal, my talent's even stunnin' me/
Man, Im so ill, I signed a record company//
Now Im like electric fences, 'cuz aint nobody touchin' me/
If Chino's Lyrical Jesus he must be a son to me//
Im like a Pro Football, cuz only the best are passin' me/
I dress nice.........but aint a stranger to casual-tees//
Yea Im spittin' rap music..but actually/
Its a political movement, cuz now the U.S. has a king//
