aight listen its like this you be mad soft and can not rap/
if i'd whisper my lyrics from the top of a mountain i'd set off an avelance/
dont matter if its paris france/the level that/im gettin at/cant be matched/
so yall traveld back/dismantled flat/its not so hard you can not get/
authentic dominates/constant hate/upon the fakes/
who say hiphop is dead when an mc be on the stage/
ive speacialised the teqnique on how to spit slaughter/
for you its harder to match lyrically than for armless people flippin yuarters/
by all means get on the mic but if you spittin fable/
yall get on my nerves more than jim carry fixin cable/
i can bring artistic shit like the film a beautifull mind/
but also the funeral kind of eulogy rhymes/
who can dislike/what i spew in the mic/
foolish these guys/who are choosin to write/
and dare to compare/come here and get scared/
its unfair but a care/from me is rare/
emotion cause im more than sick/
before you crawl back in your mom beg for an abortion bitch/
consider yourself fortunate/im just releasin the illest torture spit/
i aint gotta beg for your top 10 spot under alot of feelings im on the list/