when y'all spit i be schoolin you teachin u/
u cant spit u cant rhyme u got no clue/
me? i was born wit a mic in my hand/
i was destined to rap like it was always planned/
when i spit i got y'all niggaz gawkin/
when i start to rhyme the whole world stops talkin/
an listens to my powerful raps/
i got skillz an all the haters i clap/
im elevatin so fast im hard-to-see/
if ya try to face me ill char-ya-knees/
and singe ya face/
in fact ill burn down the whole place/
wit my burnin hot-rhymes/
theres so many of em like hood-crimes/
this was an introduction from me to the rap game/
u have no chance to make my wild lyrics tame
