[Verse 1: Qwel]

See, Qwel's way past math to drop techs on future prospects

Never got toys like Christmas in the projects

Your rock sets is played as dude braggin' "You ain't famous"

Tighter than vacuums and gets looser than faggots' anus

Doper emcees non-existent like RuPaul's clit is

Can't tell if you're dick or pussy like topless infants

Couldn't spit sick 'ish, kid, lickin' your cold sores

And leave you scared to drop shit like school stalls with no doors

Wonder how this fucker whispers thunder sounds

You're fly like crippled Ostriches, I scare heads underground

And break it down like midget B-boys screamin' mathematics

When style switches faster than faggots rockin' their thongs backwards

Ask if I'll kill your career with one verse

You couldn't beat me to death if I let you jump first

He's a pussy on the low, don't fuck with Philippine cuisine

Deeper than Mexican philosophy and Chevy submarines

What's he mean? I think he means you're whack, B

In fact, I'm harder to catch than hailin' taxis with black peeps

Get in your ass so fast, shit scabs when the cops come

Guilty as charged, blowin' minds like Saiga with shotguns

Hold nuts like padded rooms, whack raps can't plead insanity

Just 'cause I stand over you don't mean you understand me

Man, please, I'm way too fucking dope to be this humble

And knock you out the frame like Christmas pictures with your drunk uncle

Like "Fuck Qwel and his whole team, those irrelevant flows

I'm diggin' in the crates and he's dunking a thousand telephone poles"

Hope I might choke, you're as whack as your white jokes

The only cat to drop lines like Samoans on tight ropes

Motherfuckers can't even respond, what can he say?

'Cause after the battle, he's more like "Yo, I ain't wanna win anyway

And Qwel ain't shit like I ain't lose, he ain't even rappin' right"

Damn right, I'm an asshole, you pussies ain't even half as tight

To and fro', fluid flow, you know I'm splittin' speakers

Try pressin' promos on boomerangs, them shits is cheaper

[Interlude]

*Sample*

(scratch) Punch Lines (scratch) Nowadays it's the ways of the underground

If I don't say I'm the best, tell me who the hell will

When it really comes down to it, who cares?

*Sample*

[Verse 2: Qwel]

Before braggin' how big my dick was, this Bic-smudged notepad

Was dad to whip his ass and change his whole fad

Now it's proud to be the loudest, so what you damage mics

Battle cats claim to be deep just 'cause they seen Titanic twice

You can and might say something worthwhile, you'd rather be wild

Huge dick liar's, I'd rather teach with freestyles

Entertainment got played quick, no thanks, bitch dick

Fuck, my kids don't need your playground education content not sayin' shit

Master the art of momma jokes while flippin' used beats

I'll teach your kids about God, they'll kill you when you sleep

Don't be role models, be honest using loose leaf loosely

The same cats that's hatin' Puffy, they be chasin' lucci

You wasn't preachin' beat before, tellin' lies in the street

Keep it rough neck, I'll flip subjects, success means getting sleep

Don't take it out on us 'cause the love wasn't there

Hip-Hop will show you love but the world doesn't care

About your big dick, sick shit, lunatic, drug abuse kid

I've got some herb and words to give, now let's make some music