Original ring general,
I have been to the mountaintop
Three times a king, boy, I’m one of the building blocks

Artist of violence
I’m a mental assassin
My brush is my strategy, I paint on the canvas

If your cup is running over, baby,
I am the sink.
Think ahead four steps
Attack in black and pink

Executing excellently
I’m perfection’s precision
When my guns is shooting sharpest, kid,
expect an incision

Good things in small packages
Atomically dropping this
Father was a master
I come straight out The Dungeon

Dynasty’s scion,
                                I have built a new height
Try and knock me down?
                                Not for Calgary’s pride.

Set my sights, time’s up
Gotchya caught in my crosshairs
Five moves of death,
pay the toll and remember prayers.

Stepped through ropes with a dynamo;
Golden Bull in fine china.
Concussion clipped wings, Starcade ‘99
No rhyme cut to thirds
They still recitin’ my battlecry
Shoot sharp, fly free

Best there is.
Best there was.
Best there ever will be.