ill beat you at street boxin’
beat you at beat boxin’
beat you til yer six feet deep in a coffin
or keep you as a hostage
look out below, I’m droppin’ a track
you’ll be mowed down by the blast
and be found in the ground or a cast
I’m poundin’ yer ass
you have to battle me?
well that’s unfortunate
you need to pull a “Sammy Sosa, put a cork in it”
this cats done, someone put a fork in him
i was born to win this tournament
meant to torment and rip you in the time given
all you spittin’ is ak47s while I’m spittin’ 747s
at skyscrapers like it was 911
lines as divine as heaven
I’m defined as nemesis
been severing heads of competitors ever since i been assembling sentences
is it hard to sleep at night
dealin’ with the fact that you got beat by white
this cat aint even tight
got you on lock, bout to read you yer rights
so release the mic
or ill force feed you a knife- aight?
might bury you in my backyard
styles like “porno comedies”
makin me “laugh hard”
beat though I’m rappin’ half heart
if you got a card then pull it
you ain't spittin’ bullets, you spittin' full clips o' bullshit
your pulse is what I’m out to eliminate
spittin fire, opponents disintegrate
diss me to my face
and watch your vital signs dissipate
the moment that my words hit the page
i burn and blaze
i suffer from sudden schizophrenic episodes
you’ll be “taking fire” like a “pyro klepto”
