3 2 1 lets get ready to rumble the times come to watch you fumble it pays to be humbled but you'll never know it becaus

3 2 1 lets get ready to rumble the times come to watch you fumble it pays to be humbled but you'll never know it because you constantly blow it and stumble fuck your tracks if you mumble shit ain't rap i spit rap on the app rap fame slap the crap out of chaps all across the map while i tap into saps brains and let the flow of pain rain by the glory of my reign i need a nap ive turned to rubble my life went from troubled to doubled but I redirect and redefine what I define in my rhymes as truth and signs let glory shine i walk away from from the game to live my life my way with my plays but then out came the devil challenging me to duel against his rappers in a battle of masters I'm a wordsmith bars ablaze so hot they incinerate the the paper on which they are layed in the industry theres a divide first you have the want to be mcs then you have the guys that think they're og but the legends are what make change in the industry it aint how you talk, walk, or your chain its all in making a impact with your tracks