Fools talking, all that ******* be walkin,
Famous man hawkin,
**** the battle rap,
I put caps,
In ya head, bet y'all take a dirt nap,
From the murderous shots,
Of lyrical heavy hitted jots,
No need for pen and paper,
I just let, the mic skills **** ya,
Whats a rabbit to a hare?,
No need to really compare,
My skills powerful,
As the ninth level ***** collateral,
Learned from the general,
Chinese art of war serial,
Numbers put ya beats to slumber,
Hits like thunder mixed with lightning under,
The cloud of my rhymes, see me reign on your design,
Better call one time, cant stop my shine,
Even if the darkness, was combined,
Twist ya spine, not even the MRI's, could figure out the design,
I told yall once more,
Dont none, want it with the *******,
Eradicate ya battle, slit ya rattle, watch ya headless body run,
Its a spiritual stun, dun dun,
Cant **** with the Sons,
Taking back my kingdom,
Most these rappers is worry some,
Cant speak on the real,
Only salute to the real,
Sting me like Ray Davies, they im misbehaving see,
Cant push the products, cuz every one else, sound like ducks,
I speak volumes, to make the dead rise,
Illuminate my eyes,
From the sunrise, killed by tomorrow, dont feel no sorrow,
Owl ****, coming to borrow,
Split the airways, from the arrow,
Let the wind, voice, and mic come together,
Switch up my styles, like seasonal weather, how can ya endeavor,
Fortune over fame,
**** a name and a dame, crush weak rappers is my domain,
