The sky is my limit that goes to my image am like metal my flows goes so rigid Am not slow u over grown little midget that to u that my swag get so emmited I am lyrically merited but u holes are so uncredited so get out of the stage if u have nothing to wage put out a candle like I'll do to ur rage so let's do it backstage Now look a t me I feel Like a king it feels like am gonna sting this is what u have to bring take a chance at me u primate ding but u know I'll swing Ur humble minster is now feeling so sinister Am leaving all amateur in honor to my finisher quench u all like a fire extinguisher but u all are just bunch of bad mimicker copying a noble character but am a perisher just like I do with Angelica its ur awesome villager of this art like a replica so thank u all for being my register