Why don't you follow the leader
I bet I'll please ya grease ya
Like lightening fast and frightenin'
A born winner multiple sinner
Servin emcees as dinner
No complaints I remain calm
Pockets are full while
You with empty balms my palms
Grip the mic iron tight fight all
Ya want and I'll ignite
The fuse once I blow I'll never loose
Over my opponents pump the juice only if ya want it
Slugs invested bullets injected
Now mother nature rejected
Your body I'm the black gotti- drive a black audi Fully loaded air compress the best to bless
The mic so I suggest you take a quiz or test
Cuz my rap wizardry entice misery mystery
Like big foot lurking the forest
I'll leave ya hooked more than chorus
I master the rhyme technique don't speak
Or else you be flowin' up **** creek
Mute the critics gimmicks are nothing but mimics
So test the king all ya want
And every beat I touch I'll haunt