Master of the beat listen to the heat listen up and take a seat get the fuck out my face, I took the fuckin test all you did was cheat STFU fore I knock you off your feet, with these lyrics fuckin mimic, no need for tricks or gimmicks rap these lyrics like a spell, like a mystic tactical with my words, call me ballistic rhymes are getting better, I'm climbing up the ladder, bars on another caliber another challenger, I'm ready for a massacre, but first I need to check my calendar clockwork, blood on the walls like artwork I'm on another level, so revel an bask at the fact that I got everyone kissing my hairy ass