I’m a hip-hop head and I’m ahead of my time

I go head to head to head with

Anybody cause like the news I bring headlines

Some are big headed

But they suck like when I get head

So I disconnect the mic so they can never go next

They give me cold shoulder

Don’t have my back like Shoulder blades

The love in their heart must be trapped in the rib cage

I get sick to ma stomach

They’re absolutely wack

They should be like me write rhymes that are abstract

Instead they waste lines thinking they hip

They make an ass out of themselves for thinking they on some shit

Don’t have the balls to bring it through, they’re rhyme are predictable

Cum and go like a typical little prick would do

It’s stupid when dudes get

Faker than a boot leg

They like nuns the difference is they on their knees to beg

You tripping like you been ankle tapped

You don’t have sole you

Defeated understand all that

You probably don’t cause you so wack

I’m gonna leave with toe tag

Written Pro’s back