, James, listen up, I'm spittin' some truth, Your rhymes are weak, they're all aloof. You claim to be a player, but you're just a poser, I'll break you down like a bulldozer. Your flow is off, your bars are whack, I'm here to expose your weak attack. You talk a big game, but where's the proof? I'll leave you in the dust, that's the truth. You're all talk, no substance at all, I'll watch you stumble and then you'll fall. You ain't a rapper, you're just a clown, I'll take your "skills" and knock 'em all down. So step aside, James, and watch and learn, I'll show you what it takes to earn respect in this concern. Your rap career ends before it begins, I'm the real deal, and your ego, I'll mince.