Yo, it's Philip, stepping up with the mic, Ikapi Barra, let's settle this hype. You talk a big game, like you're the boss, But your rhymes are weak, like you're at a loss. **Philip:** I'm Philip, the wordsmith, breaking the mold, Your rhymes are so tired, getting real old. Ikapi Barra, who even are you? My verses are fire, your rhymes are through. **Ikapi Barra:** Hold up, Philip, don't act so bold, Your rhymes are flat, getting real cold. I'm Ikapi Barra, bringing the heat, Your lines are weak, they can't compete. **Philip:** Ikapi Barra, you sound like a joke, Your rhythm's off, like you're gonna choke. I'm the maestro, orchestrating this fight, Your rhymes are like a dark, silent night. **Ikapi Barra:** Philip, please, your rhymes are a mess, I'm the king here, you're under duress. Ikapi Barra, I'm the rhyme slinger, Your verses are weak, I'm the real bringer. So step back, Philip, recognize the king, Ikapi Barra's here, making rhymes sing.