it's hard to battle you. mostly cuz I can't hear what you're saying. and I ain't mad at you. that's a good tactic that you're playing out. every track and battle I hear, your volumes way down I mean you really put me to the test bc I have to guess whether you're in the class of the worst or the best. I'm just assuming that you will see your doom man with my battle bars that are all consuming I've become something like a battle icon. I've battled dudes at the top and still I won. I want you to be aware of my heavy pedigree i regularly have a tendency causing jealousy it's my destiny in this mix to get the chemistry seventy time seven burns with no empathy my legacy presently shines in tenth degree i cause a felony, but its a crime with no penalty I cleverly bend the beat and I send it under your feet. now you have to dig your own grave just to admit defeat you counterfeit street i speak and pave the roads with platinum and gold cuz I'm a high class elite seat, myself on the throne on my shelf is the crown peasant, bow down I'm alone up at the top when I spit the only hope you have is if I stop with the spit I chop with the spit o drop with the spit so much saliva you'll get mopped with my spit half vanilla half chocolate fully throttling you're gonna need pain killers so put thru whole bottle in