I am a heavyweight, you just a featherweight hack....

(Verse 1) Yo, step to the mic, you know I’m bringin’ heat, Claimin’ you’re the king? Boy, you can’t take the seat. All that talkin’ tough, but you ain’t hit the street, I’m movin’ like a ghost, while you just feel the beat. You flexin’ with your crew, but they ain’t got your back, I’m the real deal, while you just runnin’ off track. You say you got the bars, but they’re all kinda whack, I’m a heavyweight champ, you a featherweight hack. (Verse 2) Tryna step to me? Man, you better think twice, I’m the coldest in the game, like I’m rollin’ with ice. You chase the fame, but that’s a roll of the dice, I’m here to take the crown, better pay that price. You claim you’re spittin’ fire, but it’s more like a spark, I’m the light in the dark, while you just miss the mark. I’m the voice of the streets, call it lyrical art, In this battle of wits, I’m the one with the heart.