Verse 1:

Let me let my style go’a, wit Nile flo’a

Then I’ll throw a style that rocks like balboa

I’ll show ya how I touchdown like end zones

Bend bones on them clones who get the big head like down syndrome

(So whats ya hat sizes), wet you up like baptize

All these wack guys get me pea’d

Never made a cent cus so im hard to smell

You will fail cus you roll wit shady cats like gargamel

Battle me, why even challenge dame

Invalid lame, you need to CB4 like Allan Pain

My talons reign like a cumulus

Man if he’s new to this, im comin atom like a nucleus

No shottin this not even if you let the techs voom

Inject fumes that reck rooms like that dec tune

Decompoze freakin flo’s son remember the rhyme

While that chats I implant like a assembly line

Verse 2:

You get no wins when I close in, with spoken explosion

You couldn’t hang with clothespins

Compoze in the house, so remain in the place to be

You couldn't escape if your name was Jermaine dupri

Its plane to see when I kick up a wicked rhyme

Getting mine on ticket fines, strikin like a picket line

Or a boycott, employ plots that destroy spots

Sit back and enjoy props, while your convoy flops

So consider me blessed, beats and rhymes we mesh

When everything be fresh, you follow D like E F

Mix it jus like a blender when I enter

The stage like blackmoon, your style sucks like a vacuum

Im comin in sparkin yall

Claimin you rock big, but you can't little rock like Arkansas

You boast and boast, from coast to coast I slaughter residents

With watts that leave knots like water measurements

Verse 3:

Im about to come wit some shit, so call it assterbation

My skills so sharp the mic has lacerations

Indeed I proceed wit the speed of Keanu Reeves

To race at a pace the Chevy couldn’t even chase

Recite like eyes to all the pupils who can't focus

No need to ask the DEA you know whos the dopest

I hope this shows that im sharp as a blade like a sensei

While Mc’s half step like Kunta Kinte