Verse 1:

With these sixteen’s I rip fiends quickly, and squish dreams to a pulp

I swallowed pride, hollowed my insides and followed my faults

To the root of the problem and solved them, ‘til they dissolved to froth

Honest to god, was the bawsest of concepts that evolved from Doc

I’m the Rather dapper Rapper, slackers scatter and patter in fear

Their jabber flappers don’t matter I lather in laughter and tears

I captured masters my captors were tracked and I gathered their factors

Snatched their patterns for my patchwork and after a year

My chatter's accurate and clear; I can finally see a light switch

Though I might twitch I’m not hesitant to fight bitch

Bring it; I’ll bring it back twice as forceful

You’re a midget; I’m a giant, who’s alive and immortal

I brought ignition into this competition

Everyone will witness my songs bring friction

Instincts have driven a vision from within

The mission? enlighten mankind with rhyme, rhythm and diction

No breaks, to go take, so don’t wait up

Verse 2:

Now who raps? Doc does

You slack off cause

You assume that few including you can choose Hakuna Mataha

But you cannot pause the Cocoon hatching monster

From crooning his mantra: keep cool and swoon like Sinatra

Swing it like a pendulum in a grandfather clock

I'd describe my position relative to the rocker as off

I found how to escape the matrix, although I haven’t made it

I work toward a day where I may say I’m no longer Copper top

When will these emcees realize I pose a threat?

Probs not until they've all lost and got broken necks

No thrown roses yet, it’s not as easy as open ses-

-ame to walk in and flock people like Moses led

The flows I pump are enough to leave ladies soaking wet

But it’d be a lie to say that I never broke a sweat

Believe me; I build the bars that only pros erect

Those in jest, supposing I’ll rest don’t hold your breath

It’s Divinity, within me spitting these written really

Verse 3:

I want to put aside this contest for a second of sincerity

Since barely truth gets spoke, those Authentic are a rarity

A needle in haystack, and when people say that

Evil has slain rap, its cause they only check in sparingly

No hazy future, this rap is my vocation

I chiseled at my craft like that of a stone mason

It leaves my feet to my head and back to my toes aching

I can tell my future’s like Hop’s: “That’s So Raven”

Time to put my money where Mouth is, reveal my real prowess

Now is, the time to find the horse and mount it

Summit my mountains, Knock madness down with round kicks

People search their whole lives for purpose

I lucked out and found this